Brent Reichenberger · Jan 2, 2010
Murderous Galoshes

These murderous galoshes will tear you from the knee up.
The other children stare as your bloody caps are exposed.
Twenty minutes more and you’d have been long gone.
Leaving only behind black rain boots, stained speckled red.

 
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