A child – Odd Walking Thoughts

The silent hole listened as a child screamed endlessly for help. One child at a time. Blood. Throats worn away with scribbling effect. A bottle stood near. Again the floor had eyes. Eventually it’ll shake loose and more will see. Eventually a child becomes much more.

-M. Taggart copyright 2016

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