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:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Published by SamT.Gutierrez View all posts by SamT.Gutierrez Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...