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Sep 2017
When the bomb drops
The hands on the clock lock.

Shrieks of terror stop
There are no kids playing on the block.

A game of freeze tag
Has never ended so sad
Suspended in time
Not a single heart beats
As this moment passes

There goes the explosions
There goes the terrified screeching
Of mothers and their
children going into convulsions.
I lost a Mother.
He lost a Sister

It all happened in an instant
A millisecond couldn't have passed any quicker.

Silent laughs of insanity
Thoughts of losing my humaniaty
This weight on my chest can't be explained by gravity.
Like being shot
While wearing a vest.
Feeling my organs expanding
As my ribs compress
If this is life?
I just may prefer death.
If this is living
I may prefer to see what's next.
The thought of anything
Is better than the reality
Of this knife holding back
The screams in my neck.
Jay Bryant
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Jay Bryant
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