Escape from the asylum

poetry...

Fresh air,

gunfire,

the smell of rust,

a man lifeless on the sidewalk,

I, with a Colt still smoking,

grimaced in the gloom,

gratified by the gore,

glad nonetheless,

to greet freedom from the asylum, 

for years that I called home,

with a little murder before breakfast... 

Reviews

[Amy Bumpas]

This has a creepy feel, and twisted. Good visuals, and
word usage. The ending....makes you wonder what else
could happen or do we really want to know.

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I liked it, I don't know how to explain it but I feel it could have flowed a little better

[Deaths Cold Kiss]

excellent!!!!!! "to greet freedom from the asylum with a little murder before breakfast"