Aftermath

June 16, 2011
Visions of fire before her eyes
The one place she called home alight
With fire long into the night

That is where it all began
With horrific screams
And blistered hands

Car horns sound
She now awakes
Forgetting that horrific day

Dirt and Grime cover skin
She waits for the day to begin

Hair all in a tangled mess
Seen as vermin, filth, a rat

Left upon the streets to die
Hope for salvation subsides

That is where it all began
With horrific screams
And blistered hands





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