SMASHED

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DEAD MEMORY

 

That was half a decade ago-

The nihilistic rebellion,

Zombie on the streets

Feeding from the dumpsters;

The near-death jumping,

SMASHED upon the skull

Thrice with a steel pipe

(I left my body for a moment

And hovered there-

Frail teenage corpse on the grass)

And still it continued,

The numerous rapes

On that haunted highway.

The silver lining isn't

Getting out of the situation,

It's more like the idea

I endured and conquered.

 
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The poem is quite eerie, but

The poem is quite eerie, but I especially liked the last few lines.


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