Calm.

In the wee hours that night

The air was pregnant

With suspense and dread

Come sunrise and

You would find the morning sky

Pierced with bullet holes

But for now

All those souls lived a death

In the eerie calm.


Writing prompt:

https://zoyakubra.wordpress.com/2017/09/23/october-writing-challenge/

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