Dec 2013
Puddles of blood, making the leaves red
A muted soft rain flowing
With sparks of stars
Blackbirds are shy tonight
Purple blotches on her face
As her lifeless body lay
With trauma on her face
I need to cage my mind
What did I do ?
A muted soft rain flowing
With sparks of stars
Blackbirds are shy tonight
Purple blotches on her face
As her lifeless body lay
With trauma on her face
I need to cage my mind
What did I do ?
There are battered woman and men everyday who go through this. Keep safe and get the children out of there . Children absorb what they see. Stay safe seek help I know. Much love
