Stinging cold, hard revolver digging into my temple
Dingy gray sweat pants puddled at his feet
Praying for a car to slow down
Praying for a miracle
"I'll come back and kill you both if you tell."
Trudging back to the church.
I'm late to the grid and hitching a ride!
15 comments:
That is raw, concise, painful. Good job.
Thank you.
incredible... wow
Yikes. Heavy duty.
Yes it was.
What a raw poem here. Thanks for sharing!
So very powerful and says it also so easily and perfectly.
There is so much here in just a few words, but through it all a feeling of such dread. Well done.
Wow. This is intense and terrifying. The kind of nightmare that wakes us up at night in a cold sweat because it's all too possible. Thanks for hitchhiking, Robbie.
Ending on the word church is genius, Robbie. It highlights the fear and grit in the rest of the poem. Well done!
Ending on the word church is genius, Robbie. It highlights the fear and grit in the rest of the poem. Well done!
Ending on the word church is genius, Robbie. It highlights the fear and grit in the rest of the poem. Well done!
Thank you. It is based on an actual event and was terrifying.
Amazing and powerful!
Whoa, that's intense. Great work, Robbie.
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