The explosions went off,
My skin crawled,
Fight or flight, I'm confused.
I hear a cry,
Is it me?
Or am I the doing.

Let me be,
Let me run,
My ears are still ringing.
The ropes carve gorges on my skin,
Stony tar scratch my body bloody,
But I pull against it.

I hear a cry,
I think it's not me.
My face is foreign,
I really need to go

I feel some softness,
I want to embrace it,
But it ain't mine,
The polluting shame is clear.

I hear a cry,
What am I?
Let me run,
This skin doesn't fit anymore.

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Just A Peek.
This poem is inspired by maybe one of the most unsuspecting event and somehow, it is kinda relatable to me. The event was experienced as a spectator and I couldn't really relate to it at that time but after putting it into words and re-reading it all, it resonates with me.

Happy Reading!
-laila.