The room filled with the cry of pain.
The foul air thickened around her nose.
Her delicate red lips were filled with blood.
Blood sneaked through her round acne.
Her comely eyes were blinking faster with fear.
The half broke house shaking for a last time.
She winces for a breath.
She is lying on the floor like dead trees.
Her tears are getting drenched in blood.
Her blooded tears are dried by the passage of time.
The yelp of the ambulance vanished.
The afresh air filled around the broken house.
The only residue is the dried wounded earth.
shyampprakash 
Superb dear keep writing
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