Savage beasts
as the odds stand against me
as i walk the glass covered roads, lost
The savage beasts sink their teeth into my feet
and dark blankets cover my eyes.
My blood must taste awfully good
for thier bites never cease upon my skin
Why is the blanket to heavy upon my shoulders?
Is it thier acid spit, soaking into the fabric?
Is the Backyard Chicken peering its ugly head at me
wating for me to collapse in fear?
Fear on the glass covered roads?
Poetry Slam:
This poem is about:
Me