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I don’t know her.

We never met.

My laughter falls in place of tears,

concealing amazement at vanity’s cruelty.


In this ghost city,

were words bullets,

corpses would grin from each cafe,

ignorant of their own assassination.


Words are bullets,

which backfire.

Ego speaks and the words strike,

spiritual blood spilled indiscriminately.


Life drains away,

leaving fragile,

bitter, shells



VAK – Athens, 1989

Victoria Andre King is a freelance writer and audiovisual professional her novel The Führer Must Die is available for pre-orders and will be released on November 8th 2016 with Yucca Publications, an imprint of Sky Horse Publishing NYC.


1 Comment

  1. Wowza! I’ve read this twice now, and its message for me is to speak deliberately, always. Today, I encountered a friendly, kind, and helpful employee at a pharmacy. She guided be directly to the product, took the last one down from the shelf, and handed it to me. Then she checked the stock room to see if there were any more because I wanted to purchase two (one to keep, one to share). I was so deliberate in my speech, looking directly into her eyes, and expressing my gratitude. Our smiles were such a connection. It was such a lovely exchange. Your poem has inspired me to be as I was during this connection when I encounter others. Smiles!

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