Wounded
I'm lying
on the living room floor
below the window
with a bullet
burning in my chest.
on the living room floor
below the window
with a bullet
burning in my chest.
Their voices
...an ambulance...I'll call...hurry!
so far away
faces so blurry,
as if my body
were moving away...
[Grandpa is that you?]
My life,
the price I have to pay
for breaking into
a stranger's house,
but one thing I'm sure of
...I'll never do it again.
Published by Olga L. Chacon
Olga is an independent distributor for Skinny Body Care. Olga is a teacher and freelance writer. She s also a poet and short-story writer. Olga has published articles for Associated Content and Demand Studios. View profile
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