Catching Flies
The girl they call Tomorrow
Had already drawn fresh blood
Before I could reach her
Her yelling and her screaming
Served only to further un-nerve
The recently admitted
Whereas those who had been around forever
Continued as normal
Whatever that should mean
The compound heaved and swarmed
With moving shapes and figures
Like Walking Dead
Shoulders hunched mouths wide open catching flies
Those drug induced clenched jaws
Deny the hungry and deluded of coherent speech
Those eyes red, vacant, terrified and remote
Give no clue whatsoever to the cause
Of any individual or collective pain
Nevertheless the fact remains the girl
They call Tomorrow
Had drawn fresh blood again
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