1219 a.m.
Feeling like feelings are numb
Cut at the bone;
Choking on my home
Walls don’t surround me now
Only my one guarded wall
Will protect us now
I force myself outside, to be able to see in…
There’s no fear
Only blood and bullets;
There is you
And I
And
Blood and bullets.
Leaning shadows;
Mine and another
Find ourselves
Face to Faceless…
Copyright K. Anne Smith
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