Blood Stains

Mon, 08/12/2013 - 11:36 -- Inarke

I remember one morning

I sat on the porch and played with my dolls

Gritty sand of the ground

In my teeth

Under my nails


I remember looking up

There was a man walking down the road

Blood stains his yellow shirt

His face

His hands


I remember his eyes

They stared at me for a second

They were green

Full of the unknown

Full of uncertainty 


He kept walking down the road

And I never saw him again


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