In between the screeches of outgoing missals
there are explosions that shake you about.
In between apartment buildings
there is concrete rubble.
In between parents are children
hunkered down in stairwells.
In between one family is an extended one
that has no place else to go.
In between the quiet
there are screams.
In between the periods of commotion
there is the stillness that teeters
in between hope and terror
and knows not which way to fall.
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