Resuscitate

Pieces of broken heart
Litter the floor,
But nobody finds the person to fine-
He’s an unseen face, anyways.
The rain pours outside
Harder than hail ever could,
Colder than snow could ever be.
The rushing in the gutters mask all of her choked sounds of sorrow
And if someone had looked closely,
They would notice that the black murk
Swiftly running down drains
Was not water, but in fact,
Blood.

But they all run away with heads buried under the soft blue glow of
Cell phones,
Absorbed with replying to messages
From people they don’t truly care about.
And in that same way,
He pulled the trigger,
Not really knowing the consequences,
Not really caring.

Ignorance was his Bliss,
And her Death.

Resuscitate

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