He speaks, I speak
Show me
I point to where he liked it
Dummy
I really don't know
Affection?
I won't say it out of fear
Reluctant
Don't touch me there!
I lash out violently
Silently
And then what
I asked myself
In hopes of finding me
Unless
Useless
The nicest moniker
Of any of the stage names
from that monster
What was it that triggered ?
The gun that protected him
My savior
In the form of rusty old metal
5 - 5 - 7 - 4
You wouldn't have came here
on your own accord
No.
0600
5 - 5 - 7 - 4
That's when I heard the blue
Bang on the front door
(c) Copyright 2017 Wynta C Alexander
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Winter Sky (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
edge of the seat writing. loved it.
Thank you !
Nice
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