But you, I will not forgive…
Dead or alive,
I cannot forget.
I close my eyes and I see
The splattered flesh,
The blood and
The pain in their eyes
I cannot forget the gloat
In your voice, Father
Or the glint in your eyes –
I just cannot forget.
Tonight,
You’ll bury what’s left of them;
All that is left of me.
And for some reasons,
You think the Earth
Will keep me grounded.
It can’t.
It won’t.
From the grave,
I will rise to take what is mine –
Two pints of blood for my unborn child
And two more for my mother.
Image: Marten Newhall






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