Shooting Stars
Muzzle flashes
the stars shoot straight,
no curve balls, they light you up,
you feel the silver bullets
ricocheting inside the elastic walls
of your cringing red dot of a heart.
Low caliber
but they linger,
bounce around just long enough
for you to know
that according to the long arm
of the Universe
you hardly exist at all.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2020
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