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In Nomine Patri
The smell of fried chicken
wafted through the air
nothing short of sadness
save a lonely tear
a reminder
of grans home cooking
She passed away
five years ago today
on a Sunday morning
A hit an run
dead on the sidewalk
coming home from church
the priest
surprisingly absent
was out with the lord
getting stoned
Last seen
behind the wheel of a red corvette
fleeing the scene
in the name of the father
wafted through the air
nothing short of sadness
save a lonely tear
a reminder
of grans home cooking
She passed away
five years ago today
on a Sunday morning
A hit an run
dead on the sidewalk
coming home from church
the priest
surprisingly absent
was out with the lord
getting stoned
Last seen
behind the wheel of a red corvette
fleeing the scene
in the name of the father
Published 18th Oct 2014
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Anonymous
18th Oct 2014 9:07pm
nice work, makes some deep inferences and holds a steadily dark tone that intrigues.
shine on, carpe
shine on, carpe
18th Oct 2014 11:11pm
The extreme unction from a hit and run. They do it all the time, without the holy oil. Sometimes you are dead alive too, in the Name of the Father. Im sad for that devout innocent woman. Nevertheless Good read, Carpe.
Anonymous
18th Oct 2014 11:56pm
This is very dark but really interesting. Great work.
22nd Oct 2014 2:19am
Very powerful. I lost my parents (years ago) but have never really found the courage to write about it. Not sure I ever will. Again, fine work.
