After six kids
The factory is closed
Sanitation ratings
Went down drastically
Weight ran marathons off of her
Her happiness was strangled to death
By the hands of Fate
Now all she has is them
The noise
The pain
It floods her brain
Making her non receptive
Numb to her hungry kids
Their thirst is quenched
By her tears
Wishing upon a star
Gives her the realization
That he is not coming back
No one does
Not from death
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