Walk Through Hell

she's a needle,
and a spoon....
a loaded.45!

a tornado ripping
through a trailer park.
arsenic and bourbon,

cancer and skydiving....
she's a dark jungle,
fire, and quake!

she's a black pony
on the blackest of nights;
the sword, and the flesh....

the ditch, and the bones.
she's a burning cross,
and the last door knock....

and he'd walk through hell,
just to stand by her side!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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