She cannot cry. Inside her head still a little
girl is playing with her. Keeps on playing.
She cannot feel the warmth of blood or the
dirty red of it oozing down her face.
So unripe and fresh it still is. The face.
They shake her. But cannot shake this world
into a shape. They will take her to the
medics. " She isn't talking her sweet nothings."
She says to her husband. There is no reply
too. On the stretcher he lies, ripped apart.


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Katrin
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"But cannot shake this world into a shape."
Goggle Robert Frost's "Out! Out!" I think you'll like it.
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