The Norm

Pop! Pop!

Stop!

The blood drips…drips…

Where my hand grips the rip

The rip in my pants

I caught a glance as the shooter pranced…

And I started to dance

Dance within my mind with the realization

Of the actual time

Too late…

Too late…

Too late…

For what he has just done

Is but only a crumb

Of what has become…

The norm