Boom SplatA Poem by ClurHank
Boom
Splat Red on the walls Slumped down now Sickly white skin And dull eyes Staring straight ahead Boom Splat Gruesome Pain at its finest, And I am forced to watch. What I see does not surprise, But intentions... Why? Why this Boom Splat? © 2014 ClurHank |
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