Plain Jane 3-Conscious

***This is the continuation of:
As consciousness is regained
aware I become
that the front of me
is soaked in blood.
All around
lay various men.
Rearing back
horror
I realize
I know all of them.
Gagging
I choke on flesh in my throat
aghast
what have I done?
Was it really me?
Is this the work of Badass Jane?
Was she really this mephistophelian?
Will anyone even believe me?
Shades flit
outside the corner of my eyes
if I turn my head full on
skipping into the background
they fade.
Guns have been drawn
as if I would care
100 men
against my tiny frame.
I lay on my face
gorge rising
voices screaming
sharp prick
cognizance fading away.
Sept. 7/18
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