"we watch the stars appear every night. and sometimes we get to watch them fall."

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

On 3:21 PM by Rebekah Tracy in , ,    No comments

I’m running. Running hard.
Every moment I expect a bullet in my back
I need a weapon
I need water
Every breath is a cloud of ash inside my mouth.

There’s a body on the ground
large green eyes flickering out
He has a weapon. I take it
Keep running.
Now another, a faceless runs toward me.
I lift the gun, I’ll kill him here and now.
The bullet flies, it strikes, he falls.
But as I pass I see his mask is off
His face is scared, and some of it’s gone.
But I’d know it anywhere.
My brother.

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