written by: Robbie Masso
Claws reached out from the aisle
and clutched my back,
through my white shirt,
and pulled me into an empty box.
I heard voices from outside of the cardboard
laughing about how I put myself
into my new home
by having brown hair instead of black
and a single-digit number.
No one noticed the claws
because you could only see them
with your heart.
Aspiring writer influenced by the likes of Charles Bukowski, Hunter S. Thompson, Ernest Hemingway, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Jim Morrison, Bob Dylan, Langston Hughes, etc.
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