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it charged at me, this muscled bull enraged-- its flaring nostrils snarling, snorting breath, a steam--unleashed from some unnoticed cage, and trampled hap-strewn bookbags to their death, along the closest aisle 'tween students' desks, while on its beeline path straight toward me, she, by some scalding fury magic hexed, transformed into this vile monstrosity, with hands-turned-talons grabbing clump of hair, my side-yanked skull and body followed suit, i tilted right and toppled with my chair, 'pon impact with the floor i faced her boot, hot breath screamed to my face and singed my eyes, obscenities, growled expletive assaults so pummeled ears while spittle mixed my cries, lambasting accusations showed my faults, for i had done some very taboo thing, was loud or spoke some word unwittingly, and so was hung to die upon a string, while lashings of her rage whipped welts on me, after my execution was complete, she buried me, my grave a league so deep in homework, i was crushed before her feet, and made a slave for all the year to keep. (C)2013, Christos Rigakos
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Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 3:28 AM UTC
3rd Grade
it charged at me, this muscled bull enraged-- its flaring nostrils snarling, snorting breath, a steam--unleashed from some unnoticed cage, and trampled hap-strewn bookbags to their death, along the closest aisle 'tween students' desks, while on its beeline path straight toward me, she, by some scalding fury magic hexed, transformed into this vile monstrosity, with hands-turned-talons grabbing clump of hair, my side-yanked skull and body followed suit, i tilted right and toppled with my chair, 'pon impact with the floor i faced her boot, hot breath screamed to my face and singed my eyes, obscenities, growled expletive assaults so pummeled ears while spittle mixed my cries, lambasting accusations showed my faults, for i had done some very taboo thing, was loud or spoke some word unwittingly, and so was hung to die upon a string, while lashings of her rage whipped welts on me, after my execution was complete, she buried me, my grave a league so deep in homework, i was crushed before her feet, and made a slave for all the year to keep. (C)2013, Christos Rigakos
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Mar 12, 2013 at 3:28 AM UTC
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