C.L Nichols

Rookie (March 30th 1978 / Ringgold Ga.)

The Next Prey

The moon shined down on the
The face of death as he walked
Past the slaves quietly and
with a very slow Breath.

They can see he was human
But not in the sense of being alive
He skin was that of a pale bone
Color so fresh it would make you sigh.

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