Hollow by Maj Ikle

Victory has a spineless sister
Whose skin she filleted
When their childish games turned sinister

Not content with slapping face or breaking bones
They blew their mother up
In a race to live without a home

Now Victory stalks the streets
Searching for clean sheets and pillows to weep on
But everyone is gone.

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