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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

  gush gush gush
the guard stared down at his cold red hands
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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