|We Didn't Know Him (standard:poetry, 288 words)|
|Author: Chris Michlewicz||Added: Nov 26 2002||Views/Reads: 1864/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Two youths driving through the desert run into trouble that they caused|
'Spray it clean' she said to me But I just turned away The man was dead, not coming back In the seat he lay The windows dripped with colored life And I just stared right through Against the door I noticed that He wore a muddy shoe 'Clean it up' she begged to me But I would not concede 'It's your fault' I said to her 'You should make it clean' She began to cry And didn't say a word Just let her go, she's done it now The deadly shot I heard On an empty road we were Clear away from nothing We desperate two sat in the car In the sun baking Fighting like we didn't care In a tight situation No where to turn, go head west 'Should we make a run?' She looked at me Eyes welled up 'Leave him here?' I said 'Then do what?' 'Bury him good So no one will see What you've done Is not on me' I lost myself Not sure of what to do Eyed the man, his body drained 'It's really up to you' "Then let's go I've seen enough Did you have to prove That you're so tough?' 'He wanted you You let him in We've both committed Mortal sin' 'Than we'll do it Have to now Before someone comes No other way out' We set him down and covered him The sand over his face Good enough, the trace was gone Let's hit the empty space The west was dry And draped in sun And out the window Went the gun 'So worried now that we'll be caught What do you have to say?' She sat quiet, behind us far In the sand he'd stay Tweet
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