I smell the feces
and blood in the dust
Revisit the gore
of my lady of lust
She came in the way
of gun shots that day
Took a bullet in the head
and dead she lay
I loved her hair
her green eyes shimmer
A death by my hand
couldn´t be any grimmer
Her skin so sweet
her blossom petite
Now rots at the ground
before my feet
This is my entry for the Short Story Slam Week 2
Week 5 Short Story Slam Writing Challenge Achievement Award - awarded by Bluebell Books
GRÅSKY 
This is my entry for http://bluebellbooks.blogspot.com/2011/05/short-story-slam-week-2.html
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great, yes, love your entry, you can link in to week 5,
thanks for the support.
you rock.
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Thanks Jingle, just linked it in. Will link in the other 3 as well. It´s a pleasure!
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Oh wow lovely rhythm very grim indeed
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Thanks so much mindlovemisery 🙂 I didn´t find your entry in there, but the one you did for Slam Week 5 I loved. Beautiful.
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This is a sad poem of love lost !
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It sure is Mish, the hard way indeed. Thanks for your comments! Thanks for sharing your stories too. Just read you short story on the wind and the old lady.. Loved it.
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Thanks so much Bluebell books! 🙂
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