I would have been six,
at seven in the morning, when it happened.
This particular Saturday,
at seven in the morning,
a million lives came and left on this world.
This particular Saturday,
babies were born in the little town of Platte.
This particular Saturday,
a girl, only eighteen or so, died.
But on this particular Saturday, that was nine years ago.
On this particular Saturday, her mother works
in a sanitary, chicken-oil bathed Hell,
as if it must be a constant reminder.....
As if it must be a constant bitter reminder
that her family does not reside.
This is your life now.
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R.I.P. Heather Feiok
Comme tojours, Apprecier.
KytKitsune
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interesting write
the thoughts expressed here are unique and thought provoking,,, making me wonder more of the specifics of the situation and the loss,,, thanks for sharing
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