gunshot heard from two doors down
now they are worried
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never were they worried
when blood dripped beneath loose sleeves
never were they worried
when raised voices shook the windows
never were they worried
when waterfalls spouted from my eyes
never were they worried
when my knuckles turned bloody & bruised
never were they worried
when i hid my body behind baggy layers of fabric
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now they worry
when the gunshots resounds in their ears of onlookers
the sound of a shell hitting the ground
a body slamming to the ground
i am temporarily
out of order
YOU ARE READING
breathe {poetry}--
Poetrythis is not poetry it is emotion in its purest form; words
