Written after Pulse nightclub shooting For 2 days I have been walking around "on edge". Holding back the pain, the outrage, the broken heartedness. The confusion of it all The madness of it all The "we've been here before" of it all I tried to hold my numb My regularity My composure But I could feel my unfolding The quiet angst--- attempting to move out into the world The resistance to tears --revealed as sarcasm The terror--embodied as futile gesturing But Then I Read. The.
