I was ragged,
before the guillotine
I was asked to say my last prayers
my mouth couldn't form words
I lifted my eyes to look at my mother
her misty eyes
her smiling lips
telling me to hold on
she was strong
then the axe came down
with my splattered blood,
I felt my soul seep out of my lips
then I woke...
it was a dream
©psyche
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