Just down the street
Around the corner
Through the whipping, sandy winds
There are five men in a pickup
Rusted wheel wells and a missing bumper
Missing teeth
That tore a man and a lady in an
Unflattering periwinkle sweater
From their sedan
They pull down her pants.
All five of them have guns.
She felt foolish to bring nothing.
Not even a knife.
She wanted to scream but
She couldn't they'd kill her
She meant to tear her eyes away
But couldn't
She got sick behind the dumpster
When they were done
They left their bodies like litter
And drove away in their car.
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Poetry{#520 in Poetry} The world has turned to ash. Hot winds and violent storms are in its place. Whatever remains of humanity has descended into chaos. The earth is taking back what is hers in a fit of catastrophic rage. This story follows a few people...
