pdogropher

A woman’s heart beats as she lies close to mother earth; her womb is full of promises. The death of hope fills the air. No birds. No butterflies. Metal shells like empty seeds scattered. An unhinged gate swings no more. In run the jackals! Their shadows will darken the hidden life. Lightning bolts of blistering fire. A miracle child is born in the bullet garden. She grows with a wound that will never heal. The running begins. Each breath of dusk frozen air fills their lungs. Two orphan girls desperate trails lead into the forest. The fear of war is seen in their eyes. Comforting snow took on a forever sleeping in the arms of the cher