I wrote this during a time of frustration, to vent my feelings, to feel less helpless, to recognize that it's not normal. It shouldn't be normal
Multiple Choice
Lucy Post
Stinging behind eyes
Tingling at the end of throat
As I read another
“They’re here.”
Curling of fists
Vocal chords begging for mercy
As rage takes over
“Gunshots are near.”
Dorm doors barricaded,
The campus was deemed “safe”
We crawled out from hiding
somewhat alive
The box that we live in, turned into a shelter
The hallways where we skipped, now echo silent cries
When does it go back to before?
The cloak appeared
right when we asked
Covering up
the blood splattered
the children gone
the disgust that made us gag
The cloak of normalcy
“Things will go back to normal”
“Forget and move on”
They ask us to walk over the crimson stain on the carpet
Look past that broken glass door
“Soon the cleaners will come
The buildings will go back to before, but
I’ll never be the same
Ever since that day, I’ve read the articles
I’ve read the names
The nine year olds
The college students
The teachers
The survivors.
Will we:
Sacrifice a portion of our freedom
Watch another gun be forced down the throat of a child.
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