No Holds Barred Poetry Writing Challenge: Day 28


I heard the voices,
knocked over trash cans. I saw
the blade plunged into
his back. Blood pooled on asphalt
seven minutes until death.


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My cousin witnessed the tragic murder of his neighbor just outside of his apartment, and because of the snow and ice, it took emergency personnel seven minutes to get there. This poem is for the both of them.

Don't Keep It to Yourself. Write It Down!

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