The anniversary of the Pulse shooting just passed. This is a nod to my past and what was taken from them.


Quick plug: I'm starting a series of flash fiction pieces that will be entwined. Check it out:
Praying into her palms, they held mine
Under lights flashing, blinding—a rainbow.
Littered with glitter covering her cheeks like freckles,
Sweaty and anxious, my first love twirled in white lace.
Echoes of our silhouettes pulsed in time with each gunshot.

Poetry by MsImaginary
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Written on 2018-06-16 at 17:12

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