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In grade 9, we had to write a poetry anthology of around 5 or 6 poems, all on the same topic. The topic i picked was my friend's birthday party. This poem is what actually happened to one of the guys at the party when he got trapped in the couch and my friends dad came downstairs.
“I
CAN’T
BREATHE!”
Struggling with his restraints,
gasping for air
trying to free himself from his
Hot, squishy prison.
He hears a muffled voice
booming down the staircase;
“What is going on!?”
Screams are heard.
Footsteps
down the hallway.
White light blinds him,
the force on his chest
removed.
He pulls himself up,
away from the girls
and the pillows.
 Narinu-chan · Wed Feb 18, 2009 @ 05:15pm · 0 Comments |
