Author: kenny howard

Chapter 78
Tiny little birds

They are all I see
As I lay on my back
With two bullets lodged in my spine
My body is dead
I can't blink my eyes
But my sole it feeling fine

I see my rifle by my side
Unrecognisable bodies surround me
Tiny little birds
Circling down
Tiny little birds
Will find me .,,,


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