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    dots Submission Name: Death's Symphony No. 5dots

    Author: pixie_007
    Elite Ratio:    3.36 - 45/77/63
    Words: 517
    Class/Type: Poetry/Death
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       Nothing hurts more than to lose a bit of yourself by losing someone you love.

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    dotsDeath's Symphony No. 5dots

    Its monday morning,pancakes before school!
    I bet mom's making them as I get out of bed,
    I ran downstairs and jumped on the chair
    as she poured syryp all over my pancakes.

    Not once did she look at me,and I know why,
    He hit her again,like he does all the time...
    For her loyalty,she's beaten till she bleeds
    & she did little to try and hide them from me.

    I cried inside as I ate my breakfast in silence
    When will he see what he's doing to her...?
    I saw tears in her eyes as she said goodbye
    It dropped to my face as she kissed my cheek

    Her lip was bruised and her eye still swollen,
    She tried to smile but flinched at the attempt.
    No pain showed on her face as she waved,
    But I knew it was there,she kept it all hidden.

    School crept on,as slow as it was possible,
    I wanted to go home and be with my mother.
    To hold her hand and tell her I'm there for her,
    Just like she always tells me when I'm afraid.

    Hours went by but it felt like days that passed
    Finally it was over and the bus dropped me off
    But my mom wasn't there,today she was late,
    So I walked home hoping that she only forgot.

    As I walked up the driveway to the frontdoor,
    I saw all of his things thrown out on the lawn.
    She finally had enough and kicked him out!
    I ran inside and suddenly I fell to the floor...

    No! Please God no!!!
    She didn't move and her eyes were staring...
    I called once,twice,but still no answer
    I fell down and lifted her head to my chest
    "mama? mama,why are you sleeping mama?"

    Her eyes kept staring and her body felt cold,
    Her face was blue,& her hair sticky with blood.
    She never answered me and all I could see
    Were her eyes staring at me,devoid of life

    I remember the police...
    They were dragging a man out of the house,
    His hands were tied and red with dry blood,
    He was drunk,as drunk as he was every night.

    Someone touched me and told me to let go,
    "mama's not talking to me,is she mad at me?"
    A woman unwrapped my hands from the body
    "its going to be fine" the woman told me.

    Things went crazy and strangers took over,
    They wrecked the house and then cleaned up.
    But all I could do is wonder why mama's gone,
    But no one told me and I never asked...

    He still calls,hoping to set things straight,
    I never answer,he's nothing to me now.
    He writes letters from prison,but I dont care,
    Always apologising when its 15 years too late.

    They say forgive and forget...
    Over the years I'v done just that.
    I forgave him in the end,
    And I forgot about him till the end...

    I still feel her body against my chest.
    Her pale face,her dead body...
    Cold to my skin...

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