XI
Changing window displays
She was almost dismembered
By the first round of bullets
Then fell backwards on the second
Filled with a numbness
Blue grey in panic
Across burst coke bottles
And broken pringle tubes
Gravelled deep in nerves
Transcribed into chords
As the bullets carried on
Ricocheting all over the counter
Triggering emotions
Previously cast away
without thought of post
college life
before hearing a voice
almost lost in the noise
telling her
to fall into his arms
something she told me
afterwards
hadn’t sounded human.
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