A girl sits in her car, staring out the driver side window.
Putting her keys into the ignition, she starts to drive slow.
She waves to her friends, and exits the school lot.
She picks up a pizza box from the backseat; seemingly it had started to rot.
Now on the road, she is bored as can be.
She turns on the radio, listening to the first station she sees.
She listens to the news, as they tell about an accident.
They describe the victim, as she looks on her phone for a movie to rent.
She furrows her eyebrows,
listening to the radio now.
As they announced her name as the deceased,
she swerves and hits a tree.
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Gentle Screams and Glass Figurines
Poetry"Nothing can protect us from the human screams, as the fire of anarchy intoxicates our once innocent minds." ~~~~~~ A collection of poems about life, death, and everything in between. Dark, deep, and horror poetry intended to make you think abou...
