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Tiny Michael Myers

He skins action figures
for his masks and stalks
the model railroad village
weilding his deadly pushpin
every Halloween
until Giant Michael Myers
tosses him aside, bored,
leaving him fallen
paralyzed on the tracks
for an eternity of waiting
in suspense
for the train that never comes –
his tiny imagination
a cruel justice
worse than a thousand thousand
carnage-ridden runovers

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  1. Michael Arnzen says:

    Tiny Michael Myers http://bit.ly/oRwNS

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