The florescent lights blind her newborn eyes as the shadow looms behind her. The doctors share the news and mommy cries; the shadow will soon take her life.
Lilly, as she's named, stares at the lights, happily they know it will be a while.
The rash on her side, as red and harsh as it appears will soon steal her life.
The child of five sleeps in her bed, dreaming of things all little girls do. The shadow by her side, he never leaves as he knows her life won't be long.
Mommy still cries, her baby she is; she crumbles, she imagines the loss of her child.
The child of eight, a rash that wants to win, now grows on her leg and begins to spread.
She wakes in pain, screaming the agony- the limb it must go.
On the table she lays, room painted white. The shadow still looms, dark yet familiar it always will be.
Learning to walk again, she mourns the loss of herself. Mommy's smile, it's too bleak, the fact that she fakes it hurts but she rides it all through.
The child of eleven lies in her bed, awake again cold in the night. Her skin is pale, she never leaves her room; an arm and three fingers added to the pile.
No longer feeling right, her spirits have sunk, now all she wishes is to see her twelfth.
A shadow stands beside, still never gone. It stands at her side like no one else could
Mommy she cries, hiding her eyes, watching as the shadow overtakes all her lies.
The child of twelve closes her eyes, one last time she watches mom cry, hand in hand she says good-bye.
The shadow grows clear, extending a hand.
Pain of the past forever be mend
Mom, they told her she's done. Wait till you see her now, it's so much fun
All the dark shadows lie
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Short Stories
Short StoryA series of short stories, where one has nothing to do with the others.
