No One’s World
written by: Gabriela M
@shortprose1
i can hear the rifle firing
i’m trying not to think
i’m counting empty chairs in a small bar
the polish on my nails is red
my lipstick must be red
i don’t have a mirror
the rifle fires again
i can hear the screams of children
i can hear the screams of brides
it smells anesthetic
death sounds like newborns
bartenders polish glasses
trying to remember where exactly
they belong…
and in no one’s world
lamentations tear at my soul
the hunger games are heating up
and your coffee’s getting cold
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