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A Bullet to the Back

As I lay in the Crimson Pool

Curled up from the Shock

Or from Wind so cool,

 

I heard all around me, Nothing

But just the regularity of life

Until I saw I figure bringing

 

A med pack, for I saw its red cross

The paramedic though stopped short

To help a little girl’s cut caused by… lip gloss?

 

He then proceeded to help the

Person with a cold who stood

Just a couple feet from me

 

Then turned away, presumably going

Back home to his family and friends

As everyone keeps normally living.

 

So what happened to I?

Am still here floating in yonder,

Though those who closely stood by,

 

Can’t say for sure nor make a hypothesis

For they all stood to leave like

A wind tailing the breeze.

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