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Sage Mar 2018
Mama? Where is my bottle?
Mama? Where is my dad?
Mama? Where do we go when we die?
Mama? Is god real?
I could have been a better son
I could not have asked stupid questions
I could have done the dishes
The ones covered in blood
They could have been clean
But the ****** took her anyway
No more bedtime lullabies
No more airplanes in the tunnel
No more fun on the beach
No more trips to the zoo
She should have raised a baby girl
Mama? Where are you?
Sage Mar 2018
I follow my gray sister
Into the mouth of a monster
Its teeth hanging from the ceiling
Then I hear bats start squeaking
I want to say hi
But my sister pulls me away
The bats say goodbye
She says we have more important things to do
I see skeletons on the floor
Covered in red and black slime
She says not to touch them
They start talking to me
The talk about a huge war
That doomed this monster
She tells me not to get distracted
I swallow hard and keep moving
To the end of the tunnel
Where I see knives and hammers
She picks a sharp one
And tells me to stab her
I can’t believe whats happening
But I do it anyway
She falls to the ground limp
I feel miserable and try run away
But the spirits grab me
And force me to stay
Sage Mar 2018
Look at the faces on your peers
Are they smiling and welcoming you
Or are they secretly plotting your demise
The ones you never expect
Are the ones laughing at your gravestone
You need to always stay alert
Any second a knife will go through your back
And out your stomach
Don't even speak to anyone
You must stay a vigilante
Make your mama proud
Stay strong my little wolf

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