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She Could Not Stay
It was in her DNA;
bleak, Blood stained memories
steadily creeped
through her
despondent consciousness
as she cowered
and waited
in the corner.
This particularly
virulent strain
forced her to
desperately seek the keys
to rationalization
that would begin
the final phase.
I often have wondered
which song played
while the engine idled and
the incessant colorless memories
begin to fade
to Purple and Black.
All I could say
to the young boys
who were left behind was:
“You’re mother loved you dearly
but She could not stay.”