here lay the bones

here lay the bones that dry in the desert Sun alongside those of the turkey vulture that devoured the skin before it rotted here lay the shoes that dropped as she run screams that ran along the sand until an iguana heard a faint sigh here lay the rusted remnants of his 56 Ford only 6 miles away and 12 miles beyond lay the bones of this sick prick who in his frenzy to kill forgot to stop for gas

Deckard

I began writing poetry when I was a teenager and it truly saved me from a destructive path. 'Time Heals' will be on my grave stone'. I have 3 incredible kids who are the greatest gifts that God has given me. If I have advice to give to aspiring...

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