Dream IA Poem by Breese Crawleyjust a random dream of mine
"Give me your wallet."
The old woman on the bus said. "Why should I?" A flash. Followed by the click of a folding knife. Pain. I felt my facial skin exploding with a warm liquid. She cut my face. Both sides. My blood flew upwards and sealed my eyes. I screamed in an ocean of scarlet. But I laughed hysterically inside, with the three mouths now I had (although two of them were still vomiting blood) And mouthed the nonsense line - You killed my father, prepare to die © 2014 Breese CrawleyAuthor's Note
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Added on August 13, 2014 Last Updated on August 13, 2014 AuthorBreese CrawleyWAAboutBreese is not my real name. English is not my real language. Where I live is not my real home. what else isn't real? Is the world real? AM I REAL? -------------------------------------------- I.. more..Writing
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