I was shot today
By a boy with bullets for teeth,
they flew at me in slow-motion.
I sat there and let them hit me.
I concentrated on the frost in his words,
the deviance in his mouth,
the arrogance in his delivery,
the bullets penetrated my chest and buried themselves in
my heart.
The heaviness pushed my spirits down,
decapitated my worth as I braced for his next round.
©Elizabeth Zsamboki
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