In cold blood
We saw them coming, two socials across the park.
Intent on vengeance, their mouths spew poisonous accusation's,
we are too close to avoid confrontation.
Johnny's fear quickly turns into hysteria as a callused hand wraps it's self around my neck.
Johnny evolved into something savage as memories of past beatings flooded his mind.
Anger, adrenaline and loathing an explosive brew channeled into a sharp switchblade.
My attackers fall sticky, crimson blood flowing.
Fixed glassy eyes stare up at me,
I let out a scream.
Quiet Johnny my best friend, the gangs pet.
Murdered two socials in cold blood.
This is baised on the book "Outsiders." Hopefully I am getting better at poetry. Have a great day.

