Muffled Sobs
She chokes the noises back,
The blood is thick as mud,
Her body feels under attack,
The life flowed out like a flood.
Mind raw and grieving,
She suffers alone,
At the hands of the thieving,
She cannot atone.
There is no blossom in the carnage,
His fist dug in deep with meaning,
She stares down at a life tarnished,
His final goodbye so demeaning.
Blood thick in between thighs,
Still figure stained and prone,
Muffled sobs and whimpered cries,
The baby is unknown.
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Memory Graveyard
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