He hit his head against the wall
pounding with his fists
breaking the drywall.
It must have hurt,
but not as bad as losing his mother.
Coolers of blood ran by me
as they attempted to keep up with what was pouring out.
There was no way to fix what had broken inside her
but now, there was no way to fix what had broken inside him.
Drywall is patched much more easily than bellies and hearts.