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Miserable girl

Her mother was wicked.

Her father was an addict.

Her parents kept her

locked in an attic.

 

Her only friend

was a tiny bear.

Who had patches

in his fury hair.

 

She talked to it

when she was alone.

She hugs it tight

with a bleak little groan.

 

Wounded knees.

A Bruised face.

Why would she be

in such a horrid place?

 

Her father failed

to pay his debts.

All in vain for

a bunch cigarettes.

 

The people demanded

their money back.

'Or else,

you will be smacked.'

 

One night

they arrived.

Her father broke

what he had promised

 

They ****** the blade

right into his chest.

"You deserve it,

you greedy pest!"

 

They searched the house.

Killed her wife.

The little girl too, right in her shoulder

the blade pierced, leaving her in grief.

 

They hurried out.

Before the cops came rushing.

She grabbed her bear

and again started crying

 

One cop slowly

opened the door.

And found her

lying on the floor.

 

It must have been bad

to go through so much harm.

But, at least she died

with her best friend in her arms

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Written by
nazmi-mahamood
Sri Lankan
Published
Aug 24, 2011
Lines·Words
48·187
Notes

Last lines inspired to write a story.

'It must have been bad

to go through so much harm

But at least she died

with her best friend in her arms"

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