'His brown hair is matted, his neck is bent.' ~ Evie Young, Two Dead Boys in the Bush A woman's strife is what sticks with her. She calls upon husbands, and homes. Such will keep her safe. A mother's children are what kills her. Not the husbands, or the homes. Their little faces have a sweetness that may melt In heat. A boy is dead, the cops don't have a suspect and ghosts are pulling children into their den. A Short Story - with mature (dark) themes that may be sensitive to some readers (Credit to photographers as none of the images are mine, your work is beautiful)