M.J.C.

something dead
lives inside
when innocence
is taken away

some roll over
in petty excuse
to live there
forever broken

some fight back
kicking & screaming
giving the dead
a piece of their mind

I heard her
crying a
raven’s song
into the night

dancing around
a fire made
of baby doll
bones

ÂĐ2020 J.D.C.IV

 

 

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