A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.

but aren't they all random?

Saturday, August 11, 2018

Plot development fail

Can't tell in the dark if this wet is

blood,

but it makes sense. Next
to and under the pain. Location,
deduction. Knife-like

stitch

in the side is not a knife,
but to run flat out at this point

beats hide off trying to, considering

your

two

intact legs, and her

knee,

or what's become of it.

She'll live. Will we?

You're slowing down, but not

really

trying to consider it. Where

am I? How far off can I be? The

light

no there's nothing ahead. You're running

with steam from your lungs

and stomach

that can't be good. Is it okay

to

run

when you're bleeding?

You

think you should.

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