So I have been thinking about this poem for a few days.
The nightclub attacked in Orlando is called Pulse Nightclub
I have written this to honour people affected by the attack.
Pulse
Beating hearts
Excitement
Beating fast
Music Throbbing
Lights Strobing
Bodies moving
BANG BANG BANG
What's going on?
Pulse quickens --
Place to hide?
I shivered
Quick SMS -- Under attack !
I cried
BANG
Pulse slows
Pain enfolds
Vision fades
Music goes
Blood flows
Pulse stops
Sirens Blaring
Flashlights searching
Corpses limp.
People Sobbing
Sobbing
BANG
Why?
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