Last night coming home,
Took cutoff to Quasqueton,
Light flooding my back window,
Something’s not right,
In my head I feel six,
Wanting to ask mom are home yet!
So very scared,
Haven’t know such terror since a red head make nurse at Waukon Veteran’s hospital in Waukon Iowa after I died twice in set laundry room fire,
The head head told me after I died twice with burnt lungs he would have thought nothing of I had died.
All but two at the hospital believed my narcisissist half sister’s lies that I was abusive to our mom. My half sister’s the monster in my family. That was December 2014.
How odd that for an instant seeking the headlights,
Feeling pushed from behind,
Stopped at stop sign,
By cemetery ,
Big huge Black truck ,
Seemed huge and black,
Was very dark out,
It refused to go around my parked car,
So I turned the corner and came fourish blocks home,
Had a gun!
Times like that wish I were make or,