September 11, 2010
The scream of the terrified
Along the the end of driveways
With long streets and yellow lines
Stoops with ice cream melted and evaporated on them.
But a blanket covers the earth, blocking sun
Bringing out hooded faces and deep pockets
Mystery in shadow.
And among them
The innocent
Late from student council
A cold winter's walk ahead of them, such bright futures
Long chains and regretful sidekicks.
Lying there
Thinking only the worst has happened
When the worst is
To come.
A final shudder
A last breath
And a voice says
Shut your eyes, little angel, and come home.

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