Bright Wings
I'm sorry!
Please,
I didn't mean to!
I forgot
just this once.
I promise I won't
do it again.
Just please don't
hurt me again.
I'm still weak
from last night.
Mommy please!
I'll do whatever
you want
just as long as
you don't lite the cigarette!
No!
Please!
Mommy please!
It hurts mommy!
Why does it have to
hurt so much mommy?
Why do you have to
burn me
with the cigarettes?
Wait...
NO!
~~~~~~~~~~
The little boy
said I would feel
better if I went with him.
He said I would
feel a whole lot better.
I get to meet
Jesus mommy.
Oh,
and the best
part of it all is...
I have these
bright,
white,
wings.
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