A coyish smile is what she had
The stench and grumbles, heed she didn't
Her transfigured face
Ready to face the earth
She retaliated
It was all she could
The savage
Pounce on her it couldn't
Her compeers despised her for death
They say they had an altercation
The gasps scarce
The panting scraggy
Ranting in exile
Nothing was there to salvage
Statled by the sight of me
The hope I bring
Empathetic of her futility
It was a truce.
YOU ARE READING
THE BOY ON THE BRIDGE.
PoetryThe weakest ink harbors the strongest minds. A collection of thoughts that will blow your mind. Some emotions laced herein are quirky, any similarity to real characters is just a mere coincidence*
