Getting Away With Murder
In a visionary second,
bloody eyes are at pin- point.
A psyche of scratches and bubbles,
in a white noise trance.
A crack and a shimmer
in the mind, the eyes,
from the pistol,
and wavering with the stars.
The amazing lights, in a vivid flash,
are gone.
Copyright © Nicola Steel | Year Posted 2006
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