Criminals- Part 1- Fiction
The morning arrived quickly
like some destined death at sunrise
this means its time to go
Across town to our morning job
waiting for us like the patient spider
I swear to you I didn't see him
standing there at first
cloaked behind an umbrella of darkness
his eyes layed upon me like great weight
on my shoulders; feeling his motives knowing
what comes next.
We got him first
the guard I mean
the latest stun g-- helps
he fell face first unto the damped
concrete.
We got away.
Copyright 2009 By Diiamond Rich
Copyright © Diiamond Rich | Year Posted 2010
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