By Cat London
When they carry the bodies out you won't know it's real ‘til you feel
the weight of his hands and legs, and his heart, it was tortured, and his heart it was warm, then it
went cold, you won't know
‘til you feel when they carry the bodies out.
The landlord wonders, the roommates wander,
his neighbors blunder, his mother stutters,
his father stumbles, his sister mumbles,
his friends are humbled. Surreal
til you feel…when they carry the bodies out.
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