They screamed, they shouted, they argued out loud
They shouted with blind eyes, heard not with ears
The world could hear them; they drew in a crowd
The crowd heard all the words, watched with their sneers.
A girl and her mother, center of all
Hatred and love, two hard faces, they clash
In the distance through pain, a crow, a call
The words she spits, across a face, a slash.
The girl wishes for her mother's demise
The mother lets out a sick chocking sound
Crowd of crows take their leave, unit they rise
Feathers and mother both collapse to ground.
Daughter stumbles back, startled by the sight
Not wanting her chest to feel quite so tight.
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