The new pink

May your prayers assuage the bloodshed and rage that I am about to exact
Our names are lost amongst the din of clattering hand grenades and shell casings
A sweet lullabye of pressure changing concussion, silent dried lips wetted with anticipation.

We'll sit somber in our quiet church pews, just as we did on that lonley plane over the abyss of the ocean
A harsh greeting, actions with little consequence, needing what we can't have.

Love
Understanding
Forgiveness
Being bullet proof.

The silence is unnerving, the heat, the tingling in your gut
Exhillaration should be the new black, the new pink.