there wasn't much of a struggle, only
a few words exchanged, one
shot fired and
no one died.
my body remains, but I lost
my dominant hand, my left
foot
I learn to write again --
my hand grows steadier
with practice each
day
I lean
a little more to the right
than I used to
& the view from my window has changed.
Sep 22, 2016
Sep 22, 2016 at 11:04 PM UTC
there wasn't much of a struggle, only
a few words exchanged, one
shot fired and
no one died.
my body remains, but I lost
my dominant hand, my left
foot
I learn to write again --
my hand grows steadier
with practice each
day
I lean
a little more to the right
than I used to
& the view from my window has changed.
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