Houdini

We're kings and queens.

Dutchess and dukes.

We ran through the field of poppies and enjoyed each carousel.

We saw the magic we had gathered in our hay baskets.

Our laughs and our smiles infiltrated every inch of our skin.

But then the guns arrived.

We were shooting.

The guns were loaded and the fog entered.

The carousel was still there, the laughs and the smiles remained

but everything was a blur.

A sweet juicy blur filled with gun shots and sweat.

The warning signs were there:

don't play with matches

don't play with guns.

but we are kings and queens and dukes and duchesses

we continued with our play.

The fog was still there, thick but we could see.

And then everything disappeared...

I couldn't find you...

-BANG-

Blood, on my shirt?

Next time let's not aim the gun at my heart.

Lesson learned.