Prophets of Death
Squealing tires could mean many things.
Somebody is chasing or being chased.
or somebodies just blowing off steam.
Sometimes screaming cherries and bullets
are the next thing.
Suddenly everything's quiet as a winters' nest.
Sometimes squealing tires are prophets of death.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2016
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