Black Lotus

Skipping stones skip once twice three times over the bodies of the innocent.

Blood trickles and dances under the moonlight creating a symphony that mother moon will weap at for centuries to come. mixing the colors blue and red creating the most rare of marbles yes darling this art form is so beautiful so rare, but see what she, mother moon, mother sky, mother wind, mother ocean can not tell you is that this little lilly pad, the one that has turned black as the night time sky itself it was created as remembrance that this is in fact a cemetery, a place where broken bones and dashed wishes have only turned into watery soil, and if you listen carefully, shhhh, the wind carries with it their tales.

Tales of their names. Tales of their good. Tales of their bad. Tales of their happy . Tales of their sad. Tales of when master beat them with a whip all because they were hungry and couldn't work no more or when they had their lips sewn shut, hands bound, feet bound, punched in the gut and tossed away .... All because master had bred with a colored and mistress wasn't going to live with the fact that she had to be near someone who could bare children, but she could not.

It was by this pond that one little boy. Wrong place Wrong time. He was forced to replace oxygen for the taste of salty wet swamp whose leaves seemed to drag him only deeper and deeper. Try as he might one boy four adults, we all know the fate of this tragic end.

There was a little girl whom I knew her name was Suzy Q. Oh how she would love to sing under the pale moonlight. Her beauty was unmatched by any other, some have called her Snow White, only with a chocolate bar complexion. Dance ms.Suzy. Twirl. Twirl. Twirl. WATCH OUT. NO!

it was too late for mama in her drunken and high state had grabbed her by the hair pushing her into the water. I said mama has grabbed Suzy and pushed her into the water! All because she had been told that her daughter was too beautiful. To innocent for this mean and nasty world and so in order to save her daughter she had to baptize her under the pale moonlight. Now Suzy too has joined the soil and sings along with the whispers of the wind.

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