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waiting

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i hear them
nerf guns
foam bullets
plinking
against eggshell walls
come on big guy, come on––
taunts hang in air
empty
until
bam bam bam
the string of shots
resound

and i am left
wishing
for a bomb shelter
where i can hide
until
dad finds me





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