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Gang Shooting

Poetry By: Lost Writer
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this is fictional, but the area I live in, it could very well be a possibility...
this could be portrayed as a brother/sister, or sister/sister relationship, whichever you want it to be.


Submitted:Jan 23, 2014    Reads: 11    Comments: 1    Likes: 2   


Crash!
Slowly the light fades from view.
Vibrant blues that once shone from her eyes,
dim as if the clouds have roll in.
No more.
Silence.
The laughter has faded,
bright ruby lips turned purple.
Life drained before my eyes.
Worlds turned upside down.
No more.
Her white shirt stained.
Red.
Black.
Colour of death.
Stray bullets.
Why her?
So young and full of life,
now strewn with the shattered shards our bedroom window.
I want to scream.
Turn around.
Run away.
Do something other than stare.
My friend.
My sister.
Lying motionless on a pink rug,
Stained.
Lost.
Broken.





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