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Red Stains
337 days apart
My lips & shoes - both stained red.
He grasps me while we wait
In a cold, comfortless office.
Both dissolved in tears and unable to raise our heads, I'm struggling to see what is splattered on my boots.
Pushing through the waterfall I am instantly worshiping my own boots.
Droplets of crimson
Mama's blood.
Unaware of how I value it, he suddenly tries to erase the stains
Five unbearable hours later, the county confirms what I already knew but prayed would be wrong.
She's gone.
Not only that but
So is her boyfriend.
But thankfully so is the monster who did this - My biological father
The past 337 days feel like forever but no time at all.
I am not able to recall the past 337 days
Due to my unconscious ability to suppress memories and my thirst for bitter juice.
My thoughts are bombarded and interrupted by flashbacks
Anthony's demonic look - his eyes
Gun shots - 16 at first, reload, one more. She's gone.
I run
Smell the gun powder
Smoke alarms go off
More shots fired through the house
Austin trying to protect and get me to safety.
Cop sirens, flashing lights
The most reoccurring though is
Mama's lifeless body - her destroyed face, stained white pants, broken position
