Spinning Backhoe
A poem about a bad dream I had when I was younger–I used to be terrified of my father's construction equipment.
By Madison NewtonPublished about a year ago • 1 min read
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Spinning scorpion,
derailed, collosal, unhinged–
churning up dust clouds.
About the Creator
Madison Newton
I'm a recent graduate of Stony Brook University with a degree in Environmental Humanities and Filmmaking. I love writing and storytelling, and I love sharing my work so I can continue to improve my written voice.
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