Kelly Seale (12-17-1958 / Norfolk, Va. USA)
'The Bullet That Missed'
The screams are deafening, the cries so loud,
The stench of fear, a mixture of blood and urine.
Then I realize, my own screams are meaningless-
I bite my tongue, and head for the door with the others.
The others… they fall one by one.
No! I shout! Not another one!
I lunge with all my might, to shield the bullets bite,
And cover her body with my own-
The bullet finds a path, tearing flesh and bone,
And in my back, its found a home.
The chaos in the room becomes a blur,
And as my body dies, I’m comforted in knowing
That I protected and saved her.
That’s the bullet that missed.
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