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Mummy

Tears sting my eyes
as upon my cheeks they fall
Wrenching and ripping
is my heart
as i hear your spirit call
Pounding bare
fast on concrete
Peeling and scraping
the skin of my feet
I enter the woods
branches scratch at my face
The red blood runs
but i keep up the pace
Clothes are all torn
battered and bloody
I found you the same
tore up and muddy
You were not breathing
when i knelt at your side
I cried out your name
I thought you had died
You coughed up some blood
when i pressed on your tummy
then you looked at me
and smiled and said,
'You made it mummy'

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Region, Country: New York, USA

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DarkinAZ

17 years 7 months ago

Wow....

This is quite a powerful write. It did leave me wondering how, why ect...was the little one in the woods? Other than that it kept me intrested the whole read. Sincerely, Mark
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professor

17 years 7 months ago

Feels

as though you are describing a nightmare here Lacy and very effectively I might add. There is nothing a mother wont do to save her child and you express the primal fear and reckless urgency of doing so in this case very well. I bet you woke up in a cold sweat. Keith Might i suggest a slight change to the following lines..something like: "Pounding bare-foot, Gritted (or rasping) concrete Peeling and scraping the skin of (or off?) my soles"
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rider68

17 years 7 months ago

Totally Hooked

Completely drawn in, brilliant portrayal, felt the sense of panic/fear, Loved it Lacy.... Very Best regards... Peter ~~~"I am not afraid of tomorrow, for I have seen yesterday, and I love today."~~~