Shredded Glass

April 6, 2018
By mns01 BRONZE, Marshalltown, Iowa
mns01 BRONZE, Marshalltown, Iowa
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Hidden;
I am hidden under faint wood that’s been spun and flipped and teetered multiple my entity.

 

Humming;
the humming of constant puberty
being rid of uninterrupted work alongside restless perspiration.

 

Footsteps;
feet climbing tile squares
promising an end to all who live in despair, unwilling to advance.

 

Bum bum Bum bum Bum bum

 

Door;
a futile door
between us and it.

 

Barrel;
the barrel displaying
its power of dominance over everyone and everything its front.

 

Sound;
sound I will very soon
forget like breath and rhythm me.

 

Bum bum... Bum bum... Bum bum…

 

Shrieks;
shrieks and wails cascading
down the halls like an avalanche.

 

Blood;
blood through and through
pages of my books I held every day.

 

Life;
a life amused by spring
now scattering in directions unknown.

 

bum bum… bum bum…… bum………

 

Grim.


The author's comments:

I wrote Shredded Glass inspired by school shootings. I wrote it in the POV from a teen becoming a victim of a shooting in their school. 


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