Season of Survivor (hour 7, prompt 7)

Her blood drenched the walls
As her screams filled the air
His hands ’round her throat
She should’ve died, there


Her mother stood there sobbing
Doctors rushing to and fro
Machines were loudly chiming
When her angels said, “let’s go”


She firmly told them “no”
She hadn’t written her final cipher
And it was time to tell the world
It’s the Season of Survivor.

*Beep, beep, beep, beep*
*Mandy KocsisĀ©2020~

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