Walking back home from the prison I go to learn, I could feel my skin sizzling from the blazing sun, my insides gnawing it's way out.
I find little comfort in the sway of the tall grasses, and distant sound from the buzzling city.
I heard it the first time, but I thought it was a passing squirrel, it came again, this time, sounding like a cry for plea.
Rushing towards it, heart swelling from what I might see. I could hear the shriek from my shoes as I came to a halt.
Painted in crimson and covered with flies, a small figure laid there, naked.
I could see the lips charred, it already smelled like death.
I stood there, for what seemed like an eternity. I watched her, slowly but certainly, she gave up all she had.
Before her last breath, our eyes locked, in place of an infant, I saw an old lady, giving me a knowing look and a farewell bid.
With the fallen leaves from the mango tree,
I covered the little crimson she

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