Gunshots and Glittery Things

Carrying the paper of a man
Rolled up with a rubber band
A blank silhouette for the practice range
Gunshots and glittery things
I brought it with me on the bus
Stepped into the warmth of the large public vehicle
To escape the rain and cold
Sinking into the seat
All the broken parts of me
Living on fumes of hope
Drowning but dying of thirst
I’m ok, I’m alright
Because today I saved a man from the shooting range
Gunshots and glittery things

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