Crime Scene
I see you in my dream, that night that crime scene.
The tears sliding down the mother’s cheek, the fear in her eyes. Her only son, gone in less than five minutes.
The pain felt by the mother, losing her only son.
A pool of blood ,and the red and blue flashing lights. Stuck in her head forever!
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