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Wilmot. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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It begins in horror
A common laborer who's skin is stained
With the sweat and grime of work
Slowly limps through the crowded aisle.
He frightens all who looks upon him.
A chilling sight
The sweat and grime from work
It runs down his check like murderous blood.
The essence of an erotic dream
Sits across from me.
As her window carries the whiff of love
To a cruel and bitter world.
How statuesque she sits, clothed in forbidden lust
While eye balls peek and roll.
A cane slips from an old and bitter soul
Her head crashes on a littered step.
Tragedy spills from her skull
She displays a soap box smile.
They watch her body go limp
Than dash off-------
To destinations untold.