By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

the world was gone
her world was gone
ripped away by a madman
not even a man but a boy
a boy with a gun out
for some demented fun

falling to her knees she begged
her God please it can not be
black tears coursed down
her high cheekbones smudging
her face to mock her grief
the baby of her body ripped to shreds

they led her down a long hallway
cold and blindingly sterile
the quiet pounding
achingly into her skull
she stumbled as she crossed
the threshold into a massive freezer

silver drawers lined the walls
eighteen long and three feet tall
eighteen and three eighteen and three
the boy was eighteen years old
her little girl was three feet tall
the man pulled out a drawer

her babies drawer her babies drawer
be careful she screamed
loudly within her mind
white sheet drawn back
reveals porcelain skin eyes closed
lips turned down in pain

she looks like nothings wrong
she just needs to wake up
wake up baby wake up
momma’s here now
she began to sing a lullaby
reached to lift her child

the men reached to stop her
too late she saw her babies
body torn apart by bullets
firing too fast to hide no where
to hide was her last thought
as she slid to the floor