Hell in Little Rock

Fri, 03/22/2013 - 18:16 -- DC129


United States
26° 21' 3.7044" N, 80° 9' 14.4828" W

At first just yelling.
Spiteful cries,
Words like cleavers,
Got under her fingernails,
and the mahogany skin on her cheeks.
And then the stones came,
an ambush,
penetrating deeper
through the blood in her mortal heart.
She peered into the crimson eyes
of her oppressors.

The only one
from nine.
Because she missed the damned call.

The last thing she heard
were the musical sirens
as the officers carried her off from the
pale-skinned monsters.

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