Twila
The night was wet, and fierce, the cars were gridlocked and nobody was moving. You could hear the screams, one car, then another. A flash of an angry mob and then teeth gnashing at tender flesh.
The night was wet, and fierce, the cars were gridlocked and nobody was moving. You could hear the screams, one car, then another. A flash of an angry mob and then teeth gnashing at tender flesh, warm, dark trickles of life flowing down Becca's cheek.
I gladly walk away from you
I gladly stay away from me
I gladly lift my veil to truth
Gladly