Bear 3/5 (3)

I push myself
Deeper into the couch,
Not wanting to turn on the TV,
But I do,
Read the news headline,
Over and over again,
Not being able to process the thought,
I turn around ask my mom what it means,
But she says she does not want to talk about it,
But she’s just hiding from reality,
I turn back to the screen,
Try to find the felling,
But it comes to quickly,
Just as the bear’s claw did,
Sunk into my back
The wobbling screams,
The scarlet blood drops on the dirt road.

Ann Richards


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