23.05
why are the police kicking the
door in when theres
a window open
after a while
all but the closest are in ruins
i gulp down the lump in my stomach
looking back at a sea of fire
fighting the waves
my still beating heart being offered
to the tin man
giving it the hard smell
snailsmanship
there were dead bodies
running about everywhere
dodging friendly fire and malicious discharge
the drones had just missed the head
© Lizarikk
misc draft
the harpie Nic and cloud clockwork and bisto are not welcome to read my blog or use me in any way , there are thoughts in your own head huns
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