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Apr 2012
We fled into the night

Hearts pounding in our ears
Unable to stop the clouds of smoke from choking

Their trucks were camouflaged
Sharp, biting bullets filled the air
Grasping hands pulling families apart

F.E.M.A. instructed us to their doors for safety
Inspecting us like livestock
Many heads were shaved
The screaming of the acid burn wounded deafening

I can still feel the warmth of my father's hand
As it was ripped from mine
Bright stage lights putting everything into perspective
My mind still numb from shock
Knowing that these could be my last breaths

They did not find what they wanted in my mother
Her pale back and savaged neck starred blankly
From the pit of the massacred and fallen
Grimy fingertips tug at my soft strands
Holding my eyelids tightly shut
Hiding every stinging tear

He smelled of chemical death
A shadow of his former human shell
Slithering over me, a cloud of chills
I am pushed into a dark room
Knowledge of what will happen stuns

Other voices blend with my internal racing thoughts
Making out fertile shapes and young faces
Fear sours the chaotic air
I will not go down without a fight

I may be just a number but they will remember my face
Haunted eyes full of hate
Sharp teeth unafraid of blood

My resolve strengthens
A calm smile plastered into place

As I promptly rip their ***** off
Wanderer
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Wanderer  Between Midnight and 3am
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