Simple Weapons Poem by Chanyn Fuller

Simple Weapons



Coat hanger
Transformed into
A weapon

Tearing her flesh
Blood dripping
A new torture

Screaming
Taking a chance
A plea for help

Insanity has taken
Him over
Never coming back

She’s losing faith
Never getting out
Alive

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