Revisit The Slab.

Revisit The Slab.

Today a boy was found in football pitch,next to him was small figure of superman cover in blood. In north London .He was of such young age. It was presume by the police,public and media that gang warfare. In a article from the local rag it was mention at he was supposely wear black faded jeans which was found two foot way from his body and had on a plain white t-shirt with imprint of someone trainer.

It began with the slab and with a body of a young boy on it. His hair is gingered. Five freckles stood on either cheek. Candy pinks are his lips. Ice blue eyes hide behind the now white as sheets lids. Morgue could be mess and clean in some of small area that same time. The stitches look like pathway with step stones going across his torsco, down between his chest and were neat like sewing machine had it. The poor youth had being sliced in the fourth rib on left side with five inch blade so they thought.

Here I am on this silver, steel rectangle table. I wish had a blanket it freeze in here. My body has being slowly drained of my rich red blood and fluids. My inners have be half in masses. The decade that was my life has washed away and purify with other act. All my wrong doing has my forgiveness and sin at I have done as been cleanse. Which my soul has being reborn and once more whole again. Being dead is woke me from a deep sleep which is my life.