ever since

my soul has been

the color of screams

grey and sharp

like a glinting knife

or a sniper scope

on fire like a cross

above bodies

or a bus headed

for a speech

or two proud towers

staring down their fate

riddled like the walls

of churches

of schools

of theatres

of a club

and all i can hear

are screams

echoing

through our

history

matching

my own

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