Bombs dropping Stories

While I was kissing you,far away, a bomb came through the roof,where a family eating soupsplashed blood against the wallsalong with bowls and spoons and bonesand splintered chairs,and I was holding you beneath me,while men and women ran down streetsaway from fire, flying bricks and glassand you were moaning,reaching for my hairand couldn’t hear the screams rising through the smoke and ashwhile sirens shrieked,and I was lo...