Crushed

My daughter sobs

At the murder of a spider

Heaving and uncontrolled

Tears make tracks on her dusty cheeks

Eyes fixed in its direction

I whisper lies of comfort

She solemnly states

“They don’t come back.

They are gone forever.”

~ by April on June 7, 2012.

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