Predator
A cry for help
a barren breeze
a body ravished
lifeless
in a womb of desolate brush
Stacy was six years old
she loved rainbow sherbet
the color purple
her mother’s voice
But Stacy is dead
as are her hopes and dreams
forever vanquished
by the bloody hand of iniquity
Copyright © Xavier Keough | Year Posted 2005
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