my survivor’s brain does not try
to process man’s inhumanity to man
whole anymore
it scans the image
trying to make sense of the puzzle pieces
a car
bodies frozen in flight
accidental aerialists
a beautiful tattoo on a contorted back
black truck parked to the right
the horrified and incredulous looks
on the faces of the onlookers
oddly it’s the shoes that my brain focuses on
you really can be knocked out of your shoes
when a man behind a wheel of car
makes it a weapon
accelerates deliberately
callously
perhaps madly
into a crowd of counter-protesters
© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved
Brave & Reckless 
We try our best, to make sense of, why the tragedies, crime against a fellow man happens, and, we still, search for, that, never found, answer…
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How many times in a week, a month, a year can one be knocked out of their metaphorical shoes and land whole, or stand painfully back up? I don’t know yet. I’m still counting.
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An excellent question my friend.
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Christine Ray – Empty Shoes
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