• See the boy with the gunshot wound
    His scragly hair matted with blood
    Hunched over, skinny, spine protruding
    He appeared to be only three

    I could clearly count all of his ribs
    Yet I was frozen in my place
    I knew this creature was not alive
    My mind made a form for this shadow being

    It stared right at me, its puples small dots
    Its eyes were wide, veins were visible
    Mouth hanging open in a silent scream of pain
    Its teeth were broken and jaged

    This thing was once alive, was once a human
    Once someone's little boy, once someo's baby
    Now, this shadow form in the night
    Yet another creature in my nightmares