Spiked, I (The Neighbour #7) (Poetry Month #21)

see him dig over his borders with fork, and see years ago through red eyes a sharp school uniform in black, Mam secured noose striped school tie flap, black shined shoes scuff in his headlong gasp at bodies twitch pierced on school railings, small animals impaled shudder and shakes his head to make these sights disappear out of his sweated head. And my neighbour forks up worms.

via Daily Prompt: Spike

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