she was born
into chaos,
a warzone
where every man
was for himself,
and every woman chased
after the men with the guns

fear and confusion
knotted and tangled
into her veins

words were
wicked shrapnel,
but lack of words
was the deadly gunfire

23 thoughts on “Gunfire

    • Thank you, Cathy. I was speaking from experience. Tough or not, those experiences shaped me, and helped me to get to this place. Thank you for the hug! Right back atcha.πŸ’œ

      • I’ve often said I wouldn’t go back and change my past (even the bad stuff) because it me brought me to where I am today. And all in all, it’s a pretty good place. πŸ™‚

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