You live in a cul de sac
Every house is built exactly the same
Just painted different
Some butter yellow and bright
Some a ripe tomato's skin
You don't know any of your neighbors
You don't know who lives right next to you
They have kids or something
Maybe
The newspapers are kept in a locked safe in the middle of the neighborhood
You use your digital code to pluck one out
After walking outside in the hot summer sun
You return home
Read the headlines
And smoke *** in the dining room
It takes a little while to peak
The kids come home from school
The Wife's home from work
You're spinning
You have span
You hath spun
The dust of the angel
Has blessed you with wings
They sprint away for their lives
Your three kids and only wife
But you're too fast
First you chase down your youngest
Too young and weak to even have a chance at escape
You grab him by the ankles and split him apart with your bare hands
You're out the door and tearing across the asphalt
You hear their screams but no one else is outside
And no one cares to leave their house
The middle child is no where to be seen
But the oldest is hopping over the stucco brick walls
You follow
Lawns and patio furniture
Dogs and small swimming pools
Just frightening blurs
The oldest son trips over the knarled stump of a shrub
And once again you hold both ankles
His skin and bones part
His whole body gives way
And you're a rusty plow to the wet earth
You're the sharp sickle to the golden wheat
There's only one left
You can't even remember a middle child
Was there another child
The wife is just a sprint away
Holding ancient technology
A payphone
There shouldn't be any of those left
You dig your toes in
The rubber of your boots melts and reeks
Your wife's form bends in the burning heat
But now you're there
Face to face
And instead of the ankles
You're just staring into her eyes
You see a verdant land
Green with live growth
Covered in compost and fertilizer
Trash and feces
A beautiful
Wonderful land covered in ugly waste
To flourish and bloom
To be bought and sold
You're holding her tight and sobbing
I'm scared
I'm so scared
I'm scared
She reaches in her pocket and withdraws her nine milimeter
She shoots you through the chest and your heart bursts
Your last thoughts are just drivel
The angels smile while they ruin your ******
Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 4:10 PM UTC
You live in a cul de sac
Every house is built exactly the same
Just painted different
Some butter yellow and bright
Some a ripe tomato's skin
You don't know any of your neighbors
You don't know who lives right next to you
They have kids or something
Maybe
The newspapers are kept in a locked safe in the middle of the neighborhood
You use your digital code to pluck one out
After walking outside in the hot summer sun
You return home
Read the headlines
And smoke *** in the dining room
It takes a little while to peak
The kids come home from school
The Wife's home from work
You're spinning
You have span
You hath spun
The dust of the angel
Has blessed you with wings
They sprint away for their lives
Your three kids and only wife
But you're too fast
First you chase down your youngest
Too young and weak to even have a chance at escape
You grab him by the ankles and split him apart with your bare hands
You're out the door and tearing across the asphalt
You hear their screams but no one else is outside
And no one cares to leave their house
The middle child is no where to be seen
But the oldest is hopping over the stucco brick walls
You follow
Lawns and patio furniture
Dogs and small swimming pools
Just frightening blurs
The oldest son trips over the knarled stump of a shrub
And once again you hold both ankles
His skin and bones part
His whole body gives way
And you're a rusty plow to the wet earth
You're the sharp sickle to the golden wheat
There's only one left
You can't even remember a middle child
Was there another child
The wife is just a sprint away
Holding ancient technology
A payphone
There shouldn't be any of those left
You dig your toes in
The rubber of your boots melts and reeks
Your wife's form bends in the burning heat
But now you're there
Face to face
And instead of the ankles
You're just staring into her eyes
You see a verdant land
Green with live growth
Covered in compost and fertilizer
Trash and feces
A beautiful
Wonderful land covered in ugly waste
To flourish and bloom
To be bought and sold
You're holding her tight and sobbing
I'm scared
I'm so scared
I'm scared
She reaches in her pocket and withdraws her nine milimeter
She shoots you through the chest and your heart bursts
Your last thoughts are just drivel
The angels smile while they ruin your ******
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