Vicky Biorseth

Rookie (1967 / Florida)


I can see Pain coming-he is on his way
Not here yet, he moves slowly, in no hurry
Pain looks like a big black blob-no real form
White beaty eyes and a black thin, smirky grin
I see him peek out from behind a tree or a car
Sometimes when I close my eyes, there he is
Eye to eye, no words. Just that grin
He is horrifying

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