Serial K

Lights flashing

Horns blaring

Screams shredding the silence

Flash

1

2

3

They’re gone and

Black sets in…

And I fall…

D

O

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Into darkness

~BLACKOUT~

No more tears or screams

Just horrid icky things

Crawling up my leg

Doing nothing but laying eggs

I let a shrill shriek go

I’m trying to hang low…

As if to not get caught,

But slowly I will rot..

Rot like a dead man

Buried in the sand

Drowning in the sun

Whose bones have just begun,

To instigate a trial

It seems I’m in denial.

Over what I’ve done

It seems that they have won…

So I have dropped my gun

And now I’m on the run.

Reviews

[Cassiopia Summers]

I like how you set up the poem. Very creative, good work. (: