course once someone has been bombed they don't
really have the opportunity to appeal do they
helicopters buzzing overhead
propellers snagged on ropes
the chord
the chord
sniffer dogs
this twisted version of justice
leaving them bound and gagged on the floor
rolled on to her knees and rose to her feet
her cellphone was left on the coffee table
flames spread through the building, creating a huge blaze
which lit up the forest
followed by a nightmarish tow across the Gulf
the slow crawl resumed
an entry point for big vessels, tankers and cargo ships
I let it crash all over me
i just feel as though I'm crunching
screams tears and pain
and pushing
turning out tiny people
my breath begins to gutter alarmingly
i do not have the stamina for this
unrelenting high emotion
I heard a choking sound and realised it was me
a gutting grating rasp
I could see myself from the outside
as though I were someone else ...
my eyeballs are outside my head
1.31am, 15.02.13. © Lizarikk
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