Survivor’s Guilt
A Poem in the Moments of a Tragedy
By Scarlett ElizabethPublished 6 years ago • 1 min read
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Taillights flicker ahead of me,
Cloudy skies and full fog.
There’s been a shooting.
Parkland,
Florida.
It somehow stings more.
Students like me.
Not history, news.
Not news, now.
Right now.
The white pickup truck in front of me lets out a cloud of black smoke.
My tank is half empty and my stomach hurts.
I have to pee.
Kids are dying,
Nobody’s running in the streets,
I can’t hear screams.
678 miles away
Kids are dying,
People are dying,
Again,
And again,
And again,
At the hands of guns
In the hands of evil.
I’m speeding now.
Kids are dying
And we don’t do anything
Again,
And again,
And again.
Kids are dying,
People are dying,
And I’m just driving.
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About the Creator
Scarlett Elizabeth
18. I write short stories and poetry.
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