Submissions by TerrenceGreen
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DRUGS POEM
Published
6th Sep 2016 9:12am
6th Sep 2016 9:12am
The Doctor
I think that the doctor should have carried a scythe instead of a scalpel
When Michael was shot, I didn’t know how to react
Tears crushed my mother’s cheeks as I sat in the back seat blank
When visiting Michael in the hospital, my blank stare was no better than the white walls
I didn’t cry because I knew he was going to live
I knew Michael would smirk back at death as the scythe pointed at him
Like a badass 80’s action hero, he would beat death with his bare hands
And he did, but not before the scythe sliced open his abdomen and took out the fragmented bullet...
When Michael was shot, I didn’t know how to react
Tears crushed my mother’s cheeks as I sat in the back seat blank
When visiting Michael in the hospital, my blank stare was no better than the white walls
I didn’t cry because I knew he was going to live
I knew Michael would smirk back at death as the scythe pointed at him
Like a badass 80’s action hero, he would beat death with his bare hands
And he did, but not before the scythe sliced open his abdomen and took out the fragmented bullet...
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