A Lunchroom TableA Poem by Vera
Blood flowing.
Vision tinted red. Images flying through the mind. Images of fists flying, Teeth falling. Sitting in silence, Repressing the darkness.
Can't speak for it may never stop. Seething as the fools surround. Have to breathe or it will take control. © 2016 VeraAuthor's Note
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