Moving Van Blues

Steps and Cement.

Do I even want this?

A soundtrack to angsty times.

The triple shadows call out,

Screaming with every step.

Exhale,

Heartbeat quickens.

 

Thoughts are like a map.

The park is empty and we stand behind a moving truck.

Mumbled lyrics and paranoid stares.

A man name Isaiah.

Dead.

 

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