Caught in a trap 50 made in the back rout,from teeth made of metal I ran from the crack house/ over the fence were I landed my fall,making my way towards thefuneral hall/left n then right n then right again twice, the chopper made noise as I hide from its lights/hopped over puddles n down a dark path,the dogs started barking so I hopped in the trash/there echoes were eger but faded at last,I crawled out n got cut on a thick blade of glass/sticky n stinging red wet n disgust, the pain made me faint wen my swet hit the cut/tracing the tree line...wondering g,there in the shade was the monster n me/
Posted on: Mon, 02 Dec 2013 20:37:19 +0000
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