Shrink
wrapped in a breath-riled panic,
The
violence was over
Before a
word could be splattered
Blood
covered like a trail of chalk
Unbranded
up and down the waiting area
With
broken glass slumped on seats
Drenched
in split skin and broken nails
All the
way down the escalators
And back
onto the main concourse
Lining
the ceiling in screams
As the
rifle opened fire over and over
Concealed
in warnings
You had
warned me about
Half an
hour before
Which I
had stupidly ignored
Dismissing
it as a gust of wind
Instead
of a warning that
History
was going to repeat itself.
(A Short Prologue of a epic Poem to start as part of NapWrimo in April.
There will be a second Prologue in March)
(A Short Prologue of a epic Poem to start as part of NapWrimo in April.
There will be a second Prologue in March)
