Connecticut

In the hail of the firestorm,
Crouched beneath a wooden desk…
Pop! Pop! Pop!
Like jet-fueled pebbles,
Crashing through a plate glass window…
Fear spreading,
Like a cancerous plague…
BAM!
Inaudible silence.
Close your eyes,
Close your eyes,
Close your eyes,
Take shelter,
Against the gruesome.

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