Time Around Scars
But this, she cannot. There is no courage now.
In her native tongue, she screams for her mother, begs to be taken away. Tonight, she feels the darkness he spoke of. The waves rolling, unending. Inescapable.
Gripping his arm, she curses him. He who gave her this life. He who taught her this dream.
Her son tears at her body as he leaves her. She sees his bloodied head, expels her pain.
And her love is broken, like waves upon rocks.
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