Smash of a broken lock,
whispering, they talk,
time, it seems to stop,
they’re in my house,
they’re inside.
Searching for some loot,
a tried and tested crew,
what damage they may do
when they find us,
they'll find us.
Footfalls of the stairs,
they think I’m unaware,
that I would never dare
come out there,
go out there.
Doors smash, they see my wife,
he brandishes a knife,
my shotgun roars to life,
he falls down
he’s bleeding.
The others turn and fly,
the ringleader he lies,
looks confused as he dies…
he made his choice
...So be it.
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Author:
David Welch (
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- Category: Short story
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Comments1
A poem written in short lines like short breaths taken in fear, it speeds the presentation like a racing heart. The poem turns violent when there is imminent threat and then subsequently ends. Nicely done
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