The Norm


Pop! Pop!
Stop!
The blood drips . drips.
Where my hand grips the rip
The rip in my pants
I caught a glance as the shooter pranced.
And I started to dance
Dance within my mind with the realization
Of the actual time
Too late.
Too late.
Too late.
For what he has just done
Is but only a crumb
Of what has become.
The norm

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