Travis From Clear Creek

Mohawk

Travis came home

With a Mohawk.

He asked you,

"You like my hawk,

Stupid bitch?"

Your face creased up

You felt something

Well up in your throat

You couldn't speak

You couldn't breathe

You felt water in your eyes.

But it wasn't water,

It was gasoline.

Right before you

Lit yourself aflame,

You whispered,

"No."