#WritcoPoemPrompt107

People
being themselves
their hats lost control
swallowing heads
yet again
slinging
a fortunate shot
that landed in my brain
they got
the lucky foot
I got the rabbit's luck

Splattered
grey and white matter
on my face
smoke filled my eyes
like hot tear gas
white light blinding
tears went tumbling
in red, then black
they tasted sour like bile
slimy at the back
of my throat

I can hear police horns
a...