I began to bawl while she knew nothing about the body to catch "You can't do that, Leo." For three days, I responded, "yes sir" I knew I was in trouble
I didn't think he'd appreciate this before us swinging the bat and slashing a guy for him for us, he was restrained in the cellar with the bodies
He kept staring at me, chrissake he had to know
As far as I could remember, he hit me Go on hit me harder, I dare you! I thought this as if to say a beating meant that I could do nothing wrong
but oh how he wasΒ Β wrong
This was created out of sentences and words from a book, I picked out some pieces and worked them into a poem and revised it to flow collectively