Icarus, Chapter 3: Noises

There are too many

It's just a conversation

a noise

a voice

many opinions

a mob

a protest

fighting me

targeting me

stalking me

finding me

turning friends

against me

turning life

against me

distracting me

teasing me

playing me

tricking me

shooting me

wounding me

killing me

watching

waiting

aiming

Her words are the bullets

and her voice is the gun

Now we're closer to strangers

than when we had begun.