Behind their silent faces
Flashes of memory
Drain their innocence
Arising corruption
Etch layers of horror
In their mind
Through a dusty haze
A woman sits
A thin rug hanging from her bony shoulders
A shriveled child
Long past dead,
In the woman’s tight arms
Dark fly-infest...
The corners of her eyes drooped, and her skin sagged into a vague frown. Her ashy grey hair-disheveled-covered half of her thin face. Shaking and weak, the old widow staggered away, heaving disjointedly with every broken step. Her feet stumbled, bare and bruised, on the sharp rocks in the crumbling ...
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