Panacea
Mom thought I believed her lies
as misery dripped from her eyes
Every new wound, shiny and bright
Caused by falling in the mid of night.
That night, I stayed up and waited
Till he came back inebriated
Pulled the trigger as he lunged at her
Sure and calm my adolescent hands were.
Her skin won’t ever bleed pain unsaid
And blossom in purple and red.
Fictional poem written on 05/21/2016 for Julia's contest "Last Line Prompt"
Contest judged on 06/01/2016
Copyright © Sara Chansarkar | Year Posted 2016
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