The Massacres

When we died,

some shed tears,

but they hid them,

for fear that

they, too,

would be taken,

slowly dissolved

by the lapping

flames,

licking and dancing

to the music of our

screams and cries,

as we separated ourselves

from the pain

that for a brief

moment,

was our only

tie

to life.

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