Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Mother's Day

The young mother performed her job admirably.
She had stayed quiet, and so did he, because he heard nothing.
Slowly waking, he heard only the sounds of rushed footsteps and the door closing behind them.
And while her blood flowed into the floorboards and the apartment below,

his birthday gift bounced in the corner of the ceiling, pushed by the endless draft.   

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