They say that
When someone dies
their beloved will pass by
the place where they died
to say hi
They might park their car
at the scene
of the accident
at the spot
where their loved one
wrapped their car
around the pole of a street light
Hoping for a sight
hoping for a sign
Just to
lie on the ground
where their beloved lay,
and to hug the pole
that stole
the final embrace
of the beloved.
She’d been through a lot this girl, only 13 years old. So she needed chocolate biscuits, lots of them.
And dad, in prison for domestic violence. the daughter missed her father and knew he just got upset sometimes and couldn’t control his temper.
Surely, the chocolate biscuits will help, thought mum. She’d had a lot of wounds and hurts and that meant a lot of chocolate biscuits were needed.
So she had chocolate biscuits for lunch, at school, every day.
The teachers were concerned. But mum knew best, and thought, and hoped, that the chocolate biscuits would cover up all the times she’d let her daughter down.
But they always melted in the girl’s lunchbox and made her queasy.
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