Poetry · Writing

Tragedy

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.

Published by SamT.Gutierrez

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