While waiting for a friend at The Pub a familiar smell that repulsive rats hate hit my nose. An offensive mothball odor, making me gag. Paralyzed. I knew, he was here. Scared again. Discouraged back then to prosecute.
Still, jailed by evil thoughts of revenge for decades for what you did to me.
But he looked feeble with heavy lines on his face. A severe alcoholic with Rudolph's nose, telling stories about a miserable life: instead of anger, I felt pity for him. Leaving, I slammed the door for closure, meeting my friend elsewhere. Already, my childhood felt far away.
Still, jailed by evil thoughts of revenge for decades for what you did to me.
But he looked feeble with heavy lines on his face. A severe alcoholic with Rudolph's nose, telling stories about a miserable life: instead of anger, I felt pity for him. Leaving, I slammed the door for closure, meeting my friend elsewhere. Already, my childhood felt far away.
