Wednesday, April 18, 2007


Blood everywhere
Flesh splattered
Brain a yard away
The reek of death not staying long
A fateful bridge
Corrosive petrol ignited in friction
A pyre not needed
Unable to save she watched
His death and cremation in minutes
The odor of charred flesh lingering
It was all over
God had saved him from an ordeal called life
She alone remained to battle it.

-1 / 2 / 2006

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