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Mar 2014
The window was shattered,
shards of glass
lay broken on the bed.
White sheets,
Stained red with blood.
Jagged flesh,
stuck to sharp edges.
The sky turns grey and;
thunder rumbles,
low and loud.

Replace the glass.
Bleach the sheets.
Stitch the wound.
Pretend it is all,
O.K.
Scarlett O
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Scarlett O
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   --- and Janay Moore
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