Monday, September 24, 2012

Somewhere Else

Heavy feet rushing through the thick of dark
tumbling upon up lifted tree roots
the revolver gripped in hand catches light
blood forces its way through veins

flickering lights and zapping bugs
safe refugee camp poses as a threat in disguise
a chance to recover what is lost
green flash of light

dragged by the ankles from the grungy bed
slammed against hard concrete
instincts ceases hesitation
burst of warm liquid sprays

the rising sun startles me
I'm late for class

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