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Comic Collecting

Comic Collecting 
By Ian Van D. Chandler

I have this comic. 
It’s the scariest comic I’ve ever read. 
Nothing tells me anything like these telling pictures. 
Sketched to action and tale. 

It’s the scariest comic I’ve ever read. 
I found it in a house I broke into. 
Sketched to action and tale. 
Speaking to the reader about being found. 

I found it in a house I broke into. 
Turning it’s own pages, all the way to the end.
Speaking to the reader about being found.
It tells me, I’m a lost dog. 

Turning it’s own pages, all the way to the end. 
I have to read it, I have to. 
It tells me, I’m a lost dog.
And where I’m gunna go. 

I have to read it, I have to.
So I get to the end.
And where I’m gunna go. 
Because it’s horrific. 

So I get to the end.
Where I’m supposed to be found. 
And where I’m gunna go.
As if I need to draw another picture.

Where I’m supposed to be found. 
Sitting on the porch, right before the sunrises.
As if I need to draw another picture. 
Of what happens right before the horror. 

Sitting on the porch, right before the sunrises.
Waiting to be found, with a broke arm and a bloody hand.
Of what happens right before the horror.
When I broke your window.

Waiting to be found, with a broke arm and a bloody hand.
With my eyes open like blinds.
When I broke your window.
And found the scariest comic I’ve ever read.

With my eyes open like blinds. 
Nothing tells me anything like these telling pictures.
When I broke your window. 
and now, I have this comic.

Copyright © Ian Chandler | Year Posted 2016

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