This Was Not A False Alarm

Poetry

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Warning: In light of the constant shootings that we unfortunately witness occurring in this world, this poem may be upsetting to some individuals.

Trapped, and I don’t like to be cornered.
The hallways are narrow.
The stairwells fifty-fifty,
but if he’s standing outside,
you won’t make it,
unless the gun jams.
You’ll have minutes, seconds
to run as fast as you can
down the…