The Little Boy
The little boy wipes a tear,
And stares at his limp sister surrounded by a color of red,
He looked at her wrist one last time to see the short red marks,
But he was not worried or scared,
For soon he too would be dead.
Copyright © Lilly Davis | Year Posted 2016
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