Skin not meant for Bullets

I wrote this in a bid to come to terms with the Sandy Hook School Massacre. I wrote it as a mother. A mother grieving for her child.

"I was the mother running along the street
to her child, willing them to be safe.
To be alive.
Fragments of a mother
In her,
In me.
Running
Crying
Screaming
As she heard the news.
Children. Shot. Dead."

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