funeral knell
by poetic abortion ( 7/29/05 )

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burry, burry tiny men, the casket of glass sullied by blood ridden dirt -
she rubs her stomach ( swelling with filth ) " you were too soft on him."
the whisper still haunts - ( her lips are chapped ) " he was my brother " she
answers shivering. frightened - the baby kicks - and she f a l l s her stomach
pressed against crystal ( so flat ). she can barely hear her brother's scream

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author's note:
... inspiration? Snow White. hense, glass coffin.
-poetic abortion

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beta reader: naomi