The Only Cure
At the age of twelve
It was merely just a feeling
And as she grew, it grew with her
Her parents called it a figment of her imagination
Not knowing they were the source of this virus
That was slowly spreading over her body
She was left in darkness and when she smiled
They would snatch it away from her
They complained that she was too pale
But they did not give her the cure for her deadly disease
Instead they would share it amongst the rest of her siblings
And when she could not longer take it
She would force herself to dream
When they finally entered her solitude
They noticed her laying in a pool of blood
with a shade of black
Lifeless.
Copyright © Clara Alao | Year Posted 2018
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