Message From a Piece of Gravel
Death will come at you for certain
like a piece of gravel spit from a truck.
After it strikes your windshield soul
it leaves in a mocking puff
then a spiderweb of grief spreads across the view
never to leave
there's no dodging
it
here it comes
a piece of gravel
with your name on
it.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2019
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