A Far Cry From Innocence
The blood from her crutch forced it’s way
through her silk white underwear.
Staining many parts crimson as it fell down her legs,
a sight that could scare even the most momentary consciences.
Then, as she stood alone in a puddle
surrounded by sick (and curious) onlookers;
she cried.That poor young girl cried, she wailed
in a way that could have scared
even the most momentary consciences.
By Matt Oldfield