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Cry Mercy
Cry Mercy Her pack of pain upon her back, old mother struggles to make her way uphill on the street. Sometimes when the pain is an exquisite knife, she cannot feel her scabbed and swollen feet. The burden of her sorrow is etched on her beautiful, pale and kindly old face. Confusion wraps around her as she walks, sticky, and clinging as a web of lace. She sees the sunlight angels, young and purified as they skitter along like leaves in the wind. She knows she must be strong enough to carry through life her burdens - and never bend. No one sees her. She is the invisible woman denied by the frightened world of beauty and youth. That pirouette like ballerinas keeping time to sad, unheard music that sings lies instead of truth. Let them preen in their savage splendor, and wallow in the deceit that keeps them going. It’s the worn carcasses, like withered seed pods that carry the desperate task of knowing… Knowing there’s no hiding place to run to when the reaper makes his call. He laughs aloud at our foolishness, knowing he’s going to destroy us all.
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Book: Shattered Sighs