Blood-Stained Seatbelt Blues
Kwyjibo
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Blood-Stained Seatbelt Blues
We pulled into the driveway
of the place where you live
the snow sweeping sideways
adding to our dread
You cried so hard
that the whole car shook
you cried so hard
that then, your nose bled
blood smeared all over
your face and your hands
with your soft pale skin
covered in red
you looked like a vampire
that just sucked on a neck
you got out of the car
a red trail in the snow
like Hansel's pebbles
leading up to your door
They'll think I hit her
I suddenly thought
your dad stormed outside
a gun in his hand
a rage in his eyes
and death on his mind
I screamed "I didn't"
and he must not have heard
Cause he squeezed the trigger
and down I went
I have to turn in a poem tommorow, I procrastinated too much, and this is all I could come up with through the writer's block
We pulled into the driveway
of the place where you live
the snow sweeping sideways
adding to our dread
You cried so hard
that the whole car shook
you cried so hard
that then, your nose bled
blood smeared all over
your face and your hands
with your soft pale skin
covered in red
you looked like a vampire
that just sucked on a neck
you got out of the car
a red trail in the snow
like Hansel's pebbles
leading up to your door
They'll think I hit her
I suddenly thought
your dad stormed outside
a gun in his hand
a rage in his eyes
and death on his mind
I screamed "I didn't"
and he must not have heard
Cause he squeezed the trigger
and down I went
I have to turn in a poem tommorow, I procrastinated too much, and this is all I could come up with through the writer's block
The most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway, is that its you, and that you're standing in the doorway.
I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
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