"SPIEL"

She walked dragging her child in deliberate motions of easiness. Her eyes rolled; heart had a story to be told... Yet, she dragged the child. The journey was swift, the path was long, a shortcut taken-- the both wouldn't possibly live long. The arm dislocated, she switched without stopping as she continued to drag her baby. The redness was deep, flourished and skin so pink; she could not think, as well not blink, for her eye lids were stapled to her cheeks. Her lips were sown closed, she bore no noticeable nose-- yet, she dragged her child along. Thee feet of both were raw from gravel, arse torn by debris and the travel. A dog had shook the tiny leg and took what was left of the foot and fled. She merely kept her pace; not even a look back as another dog came and bit chunks from her child's face... They were here, as she came to a halt-- her child was dead, engulfed in red, while she stood blankly with staples in her head; self inflicted  punctured throat, her clothes bloody and torn-- the journey was dark and gruesome enough to call it a horror. She had smoked what most call 'pours'-- P.C.P-- she had drug her child for miles, and stapled her eye lids open to see through the dark city absent of light. She fell on her face cracking her teeth; then registered the horrible screams of her baby. One last heart beat, and the dogs enjoyed the deadly mistakes of a mother pressured into getting high on P.C.P!!!!