We found corpses hoisted on metal hooks,
throats slashed, eyes, genitals missing.
We shuddered at the biting cold,
the blood-stained floor, Death's appearance
in a place more remote than we thought.
The door opened, showing darkness outside,
silhouetting a once-familiar figure, bringing
a lonely question that echoed off the vast night:
"Mother, how long have these been here?"
1 comment:
You're mum sure gets around. :)
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