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hostel pt. 2
by Nanette Bellmanthe children played by the lake
under the weeping willows.
they were dressed vintage,
in browns and olive green,
with pioneer style caps
on their heads.
the gaze of one child
shifted up with the wind
to the leaves of the trees.
caught in the branches
were blood strewn dead bodies
wearing florescent button up polos
and khakis.
one by one
the laughter stopped,
the balls ceased to fly
and the two eyes of each innocent
elevated up to the massacre
as they stood frozen.
the reality slapped them like a switch
and in one synchronized motion
they all turned around
and ran towards the cabin,
while screams of chaos filled the air.
in a sawed off shot gun kind of way
bullets protruded the backs
of the children
from an unknown force,
causing them to fall
face first to the ground
and flail like WW2 soldiers
who stormed the beaches of Normandy.
each one crying and crawling,
trying to reach salvation and safety.
and with a bullet in my back
i picked myself up,
fed the others to the wolves
and locked the sliding door
behind me. 03/30/2009 Posted on 03/30/2009
Copyright © 2025 Nanette Bellman
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/30/09 at 06:56 PM A hell of a decent follow-up. Heh. |
| Posted by Johnny Crimson on 03/30/09 at 11:42 PM Pretty insane feeling towards the end. Throwing them out there, and locking the door for safety. I just see the color yellow and hear shrieking violins, great stuff nan. |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 03/31/09 at 11:03 AM This is a great follow-up to part 1! Again; great images make this "story" come to life-Wonderful write- worth the read! |
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