The nights End

May 29, 2008
By Andrew Landry, Sussex, WI

It was nine.
We were at a party.
Name it after me was blaring in the five 15 inch speakers.
His fist flew right at him.
He didn’t know what to do.
Then another.
Then another.
Then another.
He was down in pain.
His face drowned in red.
The party ended.
It was ten.
We were driving.
The two 12’s were hitting in the back.
Beating some Z-ro.
We were chilling.
The five lights came on.
I looked at him.
He looked at me.
There was one decision that had to be made.
Just one. There was no other way.
It had to be that way. No choice.
Nothing…. We were chilling.


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