Thursday, 20 October 2016

Writing Spike Ball 20.10.16

Spike Ball

Suspended above, My blood boil’s. Fuming Ferocious firey eyes,
As I slant at copious filthy kids. Fiercely I grit my teeth with frustration. Thunderous storming herds of elephants shudder the ground.
Brothers plummet, which looks like forever. One by one the plunge. Screeching squealing children destroy my brothers. Red syrupy liquid crawls it’s way out of my victims feet. I remain deserted. /my slak clinging on. Suddenly…
Wet frigid liquid fills my body. “What is this sorcery” an abundance of water drags me down. Stomach in knots, blood rushing dangerously I smack

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