A child heart screams with heartbreak
Venom hisses through clenched teeth
Familiar black eyes stare back in craze
Turn quickly, gentle feet
A wonderful day for wicked tempers
Melancholy not felt before
He taught an important a lesson
Through daughter’s love he tore
No room for bravery now,
acknowledge your defeat
For if you test the monster
He will surely not retreat
A baby face tears full with grief,
Can’t simply hold them all
Tears spilling quick, yes much too quick
Much quicker than they fall
Suppression, a great tool,
Until resurfaced late in life
It sits and waits, and burrows deep
For moments just alike
About the Creator
Final Call
She flings her arms around my neck and squeezes me like she’s never going to let me go. My head spins as her lips brush against my cheek. She must be able to feel my heart thumping in my chest. I shuffle backwards and ram my hands into my coat pockets, watching her reach down and heave the rucksack across her shoulders.
By Caroline Craven3 days ago in Fiction
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