Sunday, May 11, 2014

Day 131

A roughly sketched woman of chalkStands naked, covered in bruises and cuts,
All fresh.
Her child looks up at her lovingly, confused, disgusted, saddened.
It pities her, though it doesn't know what that means.
It wants to feel her touch, her caress.
She is oblivious.
Her face is invisible.

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