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Sun rises,

making visible a new day,

rays of light stretch for miles,

the odor of burned powder

reaches the nostrils of the inhabitants,

walk to the pavement street,

marked with lost souls,

a humid day,

sweat pouring down my chest,

I washed my hands and chest,

as inside an oven I believe I am,

try to refresh the heat with lemonade,

I sit on the filthy stairs,

gum wrappers all over,

stairs covered with dust,

observing the neighbors,

el chico walking firme with his fighting dog,

kids ready for school,

a nice day,

yet I spilled a bottle of soda on the floor,



evening begins to make its presence,

residents to there home they go,

sun grows fatigue it rests,

the shadows covered what was once visible,

wind dances with the papers on the floor,

critters show there eyes,

night strikes,

as in the forest land,

I would desire to step out side,

inhale fresh oxygen to my lungs,



a white blanket covered my sight,

humidity I rapidly initiate to sweat,

load outburst,

heavens poor with metal form rain,

as taught in school,

chest lay on the pavement,

blanket thickens,

shouting screams,

a pool of blood reaches my hands,

frozen I became,

unknown mother minimized the distance between us,

I feel a great weight,

she places her gentle hands on my chest,

her eyes watery with salted flavored water,

it will be ok,

I shall hold you on my hands,

question am I dead?

I thought my fluid was thick and red,

I feel no pain,

he falls as I made a move,

a body,

a kid,

a son,

and the weeping mother

lashes the rivers out of her eyes