Chapter 1
Beautiful Murder
Their screams are only heard
By the wind and their killers
Blood and rain feed the soil
As their bodies get swallowed by her
But as a mother, she will not let these lands look like a war zone
Instead, she takes the bones down the ground, roots grow out of them
The roots are her arms, hugging them into a tight blanket
She lets them grow flowers and trees
To tell the story of their life
A life that was easy, a life that was open minded with curiosity
Instead of torture and slaughter
She sometimes cries
To let her children know
That it still pains her when she remembers
Remembers the screams, the cries, their dead bodies, lifeless
But her children bloom towards her
They grow, they swallowed her tears in gratitude that their mother remembers
Telling her to not cry, she made them alive again
They might have died by those who promised yet lied with their blades
Cutting their tongues and made them forget who they were
Now, people look at them in awe people hug, touch them gently
They might have been murdered, their bones giving that flower it’s bright color, the trees it unique shape, Mother smiles at each one
What a beautiful murder they left behind
