Murder In My Home Town

January 10, 2013
Pieces pulling
Shard’s stretching
A cold wind knocks me down
Jaws dropping
Hands shaking
Silence screams too loud
Head pounding
Lips breathing
Breaking through he sound
Eyes seeing
Ears hearing
Murder in my home town

Gun shots riding through the wind
Deadly triggers caught by sin
Masks on empty faces
Empty hearts torn from grace
Eyes no longer allowed to cry
Devils kissing our hands goodbye
Shaking barrels near our mouths
Spirits burning in this drought
Kicking, screaming, no way out
This is what life’s about

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HPRGSuperFan This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jan. 20, 2013 at 10:13 pm
Incredibly well-constructed and beautifully written. I love the vivid imagery and complex description. Absolutely fabulous!
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Jan. 21, 2013 at 9:32 am
Thank you so much!
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