Literal

She finally asked me.

War and Culture

Last night I was in a theater, classic, red waterfalls of velvet.

During the performance I felt a sting on my leg and heard

the people around me in pain, ducking from rapidfire.

On my way to the floor I was shot in the side. 

I crawled as far away from the gunshots as I could before

blacking out.  When I awoke

all of the bodies had been taken outside to military trucks

and I was alone.  I stood 

and I was alive.

I climbed onto the rooftop of the theater 

into a sea of buildings

stepping from one rooftop to another

to escape.