"look mummy"
the little girl cried,
showing her scratched
up teddy bear, holding it
by a string.
"hes all broken.
he hangs by a thread."
tears form in her eyes
as her mother embraces
her;
as the ambulance came
to a complete stop, she
zoned out. staring at
the boy who stood in the middle of the living room.
"look mum. he hangs by
a thread."
-b.
YOU ARE READING
THE MOON WEEPS
Poetrypoetry // prose ( trigger warning. blood / suicide mentions & death hints ) [ ranked 8th in deep thinking 31/5/21 ] [ ranked 19 in poetry collection 13/6/21 ] [ ranked 101 in poetry 7/6/21 ]
