Vera Grace Scene I: Griever
The same thing I did everyday
Came home from work
Made dinner for my son and I and then spoke about his day
A mother's always proud of her son
Stays with him
Not like his father who walked out on us
But everything changed when I saw the officer at my door
His words killed me
When he told me you wouldn't be around anymore
I gripped at his feet, he looked at me
"Your son is dead"
He won't be around anymore
Death can be an honest thing
Makes you realise what you've lost and what you had
His body leaves my porch, I lay alone
"Why won't you stay with me?"
A broken mother, a murdered son
Monday the 4th: A day to remember
Who would scar at his skin?
Who would pierce at his flesh?
You would take his life away
Who would scar his skin
Who would pierce his flesh
Who would
You would
Who would scar his skin
Who would mark his flesh