Lynda Graham

(Cincinnati, Ohio, USA)

Tires Squealing, Rubber Burning - Poem by Lynda Graham

metal against metal
crimson puddles overflowing
coffins waiting to be buried
Speeding Demon devil chaser flying by
without a care, strike memories
of funeral dirges and burnt smoke in the air
The last scream dying in the flames
My eyes grow wide and horror mask my face
the shock jolts my body
the tears roll down my face


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003



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