Figment

If we say nothing

and pretend

that we do not see

would our conscious

agree

that we should persuade

our morals to believe

it was just a figment

a broken piece

of fear and pain

dragging

her broken batterd body

from the shadows

of a filthy ally

into

the crying rain

 

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