Poetry

I'm not a poet and never claimed to be. I don't even really enjoy recreational poetry, that's my Mom's purview.

Buuuuuut, every once in awhile something speaks to me in poem form. Mom's genes I guess. This one's been rattling around in my head for a few days.
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I'm Scared

10 dead, 1 survivor

Children watch their parents die

Families mourn

I'm scared

A girl on tiptoes

Unable to stop the noose

That's choking her to death

I'm scared

Struggling to catch

One

More

Breath

Struggling to live

Finally losing the fight

I'm scared

He hunted the city, county, state

Searching for one more victim

I'm scared

Some comply, hoping he'll let them go

They die

Others fight, he calls them hellcats

They die, too

I'm scared

I'm strong, healthy, confident

I'm assertive, even aggressive

I've been called a b*&*h

But, I'm scared

Could I have fought?

Could I have won?

Could I have been #11?

I'm scared