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The Eclectic Pen - The wounded guard

By: Beatrice L. (honeybea)   + 2 more  
Date Submitted: 6/1/2008
Genre: Literature & Fiction » Poetry
Words: 83
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gush gush gush the guard stared down at his cold red hands dumbfounded disbelieving can't be me can it? never was meant to be me! always meant to be someone else always the neighbor getting into his car or the pedestrian unloved by a cranky driver always someone other but not me. gush gush gush gush the guard was cold now, so cold watching disbelieving as his life slipped away in a crimson tide cascading down his front rivuleting down his body as his life slowly, painfully ebbed away can't be me can it? never me always the other person who's shot.

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