This was my battle,
A white knuckled catharisis
Right turn was the rib shot,
third stop was the uppercut,
on ramp was the direct hit,
highway was the way out
highway was the way out
foot pressed to the floor,
to the neck, to the throat
next exit was the final blow,
the last stop.
this was my battle,
I am driving,
you are flying;
things look a little different
I guess
from above,
than below.
YOU ARE READING
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Teen FictionCollection of poetry and short narratives I've written so far, some of it is simply class assignments while others are older, published works. All of them were written of experiences personally affecting me; nothing artificial! Thanks for reading- y...
