Chapter XIII: Forsaken

A woman in a white dress,
Grown up too fast,
She wanders the lonely corridors,
Teddy bear in hand.

The bear is broken,
Button eyes like black holes,
Blood stains her innocence,
Her child's screams echo eternally.

But now she swings from the gallows,
A noose around her neck,
She pulled a knife upon her kids,
And now she lays with them.

The End

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