Saturday, 12 April 2014

Part XII

Sweat pouring blood like
Across her face
Dripped down onto my knee

Then over the top of my bag
Stinking out the air around me

Pinning against the wall
In a blind shade of panic

Before we even got to
The next stop

Before I even knew
Who she was

Let alone what she had done.

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