Spit Me Out.

Whispered horsemen of gun-metal grey,


razored wings like birds of prey,

swoop on down and swallow me up...


And spit me out


in a swash of blood.

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Permalink Reply by Leigh Lemay on February 4, 2013 at 15:20

Thanks so much Corey! :)

Permalink Reply by Steve Goldsmith on February 5, 2013 at 6:17

Interesting.  Poignant, short and graphic, but very well written

Permalink Reply by Leigh Lemay on February 5, 2013 at 13:25

Hi Steve.  Thanks!  I've only been writing short poems lately....mostly because I am lazy at everything I do....lol...but....I'm enjoying this approach!

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