In the dorm lounge, loud voices turned quiet as the evening fell into night, eyes darkening with the sky
In bed, clutching a dysfunctional comforter and shaking, mattress dissipating into earthquakes
In a circle in a friend’s room, reading numbers from our phones, doing math until our calculators go numb.
In the closet
In a panic
In an instant
the Earth bled, bled, bled and the rage keeps spreading-
They called it at 1:34 am central standard time.
I claw at golden lapels and scream
“How many will arise to bloody sunrises wrists and marys;
How many will not arise?”
I shiver to think of the morning’s playgrounds, empty and colorless
I shiver to face the bloody sun
“Lost.”
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