Kacie B. Sharpe

Poetry, short prose, & general musings.

Active shooter.

Active shooter

Drop my work

Drive like mad

Where are my children?

Where is my niece? 

Please God, not us 

Bring peace, please, bring peace.

Two families left standing 

When the rest have filed out 

Where are their children? 

Still lying in a pew 

Their last breath now gone 

Oh God. Please, no. 

Add us to the list

Communities torn by love 

Of America’s Gun.