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Sunday, June 29, 2014

Sirens Cut

by A.J. Huffman

through early hours of unrest.  My mind swims
a little harder towards awake, clings to inflated
images of tragedy.  I am drowning in another
wave of wakefulness.  This level is painted five
alarm red.  Are they coming to take my body away?
I wonder at decibels far beyond appropriate.
Louder and louder, my thoughts and distant screamings
rage.  I know I should plan, panic, run,
maybe even get out of bed, dressed.  Flashing
crescendos.  I roll over, bury my face
in pillows, relieved, but knowing
I am anything but safe.

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