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Selfish (Free verse) by darby pyn

Screaming on the road white knuckles squeeze deep. impact, shards of glass then sleep. eyes staring into a jail cell foretelling a premonition scraping fate's shell. cry your sour tears and lock the door. lock out the guilt and distract with routine. the moans fade lower. apologize, sympathize and wait. premeditation silence is close. sacrifice for my convenience with each chance I disregard. my bed is made I am content another victom to resent. now the silence screams reaction. a shallow grave to bury my fate never regard as a person only a mistake. the flashing lights interrogate my soul. only now caught I see what I stole.

darby pyn 30-Oct-02/11:39 AM
the shallow grave is an actual " shallow grave"
the poem is about a true story.
this woman in florida. hit this man on the road. instead
of taking him to the hospital she drove home with him still
on the hood. pulled into her garage and waited for him to
die. then she and some friends burried him. I forgot how they
caught her. this was about 3 years ago.




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