Poetry · Writing Tragedy September 13, 2017 SamT.Gutierrez Trampled. They didn’t see it coming. Holding for the right stop, waiting a stampede too long. They didn’t see it coming. Feared fares and fangs reaped the rewards, the award for worst case the ripped face goes to me. Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Like Loading... Published by SamT.Gutierrez My name is Sam and I love art. I sometimes do podcast, I sometimes stream videogames. View all posts by SamT.Gutierrez Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Like Loading...