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Dec 2012
As the pen scrawls
feelings into words
my temple is awoken by
the touch of cold metal
and the trigger’s fast click.
My heart tells my hand
what letters to form.

The beautifully peaceful coexistence
is over.

Tension builds in my veins,
I cannot hide from myself any longer.

The demons are calling.
Megan Hopkins
Written by
Megan Hopkins  NH/PA
(NH/PA)   
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