La Journee
Dew dripped
Slowly
From her blond, matted strands.
Then shook:
She coughed blood.
"I have a family,"
She choked into cracked hands.
The smell, the Blood didn't scare me.
It was the clarity.
Green eyes sparkled memories,
Anger (at me).
--Arley Sorg
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