Blood

By O. N. Justice | POEM | 28 Apr 2020

I saw people gather
One whispering to the hear of the other
I moved further
To hear the silent noisy crowd
Fainting and getting closser

Next I saw blood
Crawling on the floor

Iron hits
They no longer live

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