Criss-Cross
Criss-cross, what a loss
"Their baby girl is dead" the devil gladly said.
Oh god what a shame, but, ask me, who's to blame?
Another knife, yet another life.
But what's a little blood to a thousand pounds of soil.
What's a little cut, to an entire jar of scars.
Her story, pain, and blade quickly start to fade.
And as we pause we ask "Come to think of it...
...Are we sure she was really even here, that girl who disappeared?
Copyright © Trinity Biles | Year Posted 2015
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