Monday, October 2, 2017
secondary trauma
today there was another shooting in america and i wrote this poem about bullets and guns and violence a few weeks ago so it felt necessary to get it out of my system.
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they tell me
I dodged a bullet
now thankfully,
you weren't a fatal wound
most of the shrapnel has been removed
but my spirit has not been the same
I see you,
and hear sirens
my body tells me to run,
as fast as it can
away from the carnage,
away from the weapon
but something in me returns
to the scene of the crime
trying to put the pieces back
into some semblance of a whole
convince myself that
its worth the repair
they tell me
i dodged I bullet
I tell them
I've already been shot
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