They Are Bullets Poem by Real Girl

They Are Bullets



They are bullets speeding from danger.
Run, run, jump, run!
Away, Away from red rum.
Murder.
Away from the past.
Away from the future.
The death sentence.
The dreadful blood.
The gun with one less shot.
Two years ago and still running.
They are bullets speeding from danger.

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