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written by: Edward Donnelly



A young woman walked through the town, Gravestone with her four children, waddling behind.
They died on Halloween
When a crackling fire spit out embers
While they slept near pillow cases of candy.
They never woke the following morning.
Only their mom,
who came to on
Cold grass. All of her loves were gone.
Nothing was left.
She wandered through town in shock
As her dead girls called for her,
But she heard nothing.

Edward Donnelly

Edward Donnelly

Edward M. Donnelly is a high school English teacher in Stamford, Connecticut. He earned a bachelor and master's degree from Fordham University. Edward writes to make sense of the ever presence of madness in the world. He believes laughter is the elixir of a well lived life.
Edward Donnelly

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