Thursday, December 29, 2005

Eastdale Rd.

Torn apart
She cowers and crouches
His fists flying furious
And she screams for the
Kids to leave the room

Pushed to the furthest point
Gnawing anger
Biting and nipping
His blurred vision
Will take him
And drag him
Over the edge

She’s lying peaceful
In an old favorite
Pair of jeans
Laced in her blood
Arms outstretched

Panic coursing like
Never before
Running out of options
Running out of ways out
He grabs the rifle by the door

Children screaming
Cops in the driveway
She’s lying quiet
He’s in the yard
More than over the edge,
Gone too far
And too far gone


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