Under Attack

Stuff

Over the intercom 

Voice as soothing as a mom's 

"We're under attack

Calmly evac-" 

And then the static goes

Under the desks we go 

"Please never make a sound, no..." 

I shouted as loud as I could 

The anxiety 

"It all built up, I'm sorry"

But then I saw my coworker was dead 

And a gun pressed to my forehead 

Author's Note

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