Micheal's Death
She escaped the night
on a wet soaked pillow.
Yesterday she wed,
and today her husband is dead.
Micheal was driving along the valley main road,
and his car crashed.
blood,
tears,
pain.
Missing hands,
Missing legs,
Micheal lies dead.
The beat in her womb barely one day old,
but the father is no more.
Alarmed
shock
distressed,
she wails over Micheal's death
©2013 Christine Phillips
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