split lip bleeds on concrete where weeds poke through weak and small leafed
sun hiding behind fume filled skies
fists raised in anger and shouts filling the air
people stand by watching
afraid, disgusted, but enthralled by the spectacle they are a party to
high heel flies as she is swallowed by the hedge
arms raised, bloody and torn
police sirens or screams?
lads wander away to pastures new
heavy breathing and sweat pouring he stands unsure what to do
she lies half nestled in the bush sharp and agonising
tears run red
silence as decisions made, her breathing stops in waiting
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