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Poetry By: ToughCookie

Just a little something i wrote, nothing to relate to i guess, but here you go :)

Submitted:Apr 30, 2013    Reads: 23    Comments: 2    Likes: 0   

She sits beside her grave,

flowers in her hand.

knife in her pocket.

She cries as she lays down,

beside her baby girl

made out of hate


made out of


but her baby girl, nevertheless

once religious, is this Gods test?

If he is merciful,

he should understand...

a death commited;

by ones own hand.

to die beside her baby girl,

right now

is the only option,

so she lies.

and waits.

undigs her grave and watches her.

She gets down in too deep, her girl to her chest.

Knife in her heart.

In peace i hope you rest.


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