Shotgun
Red raw
Featureless flesh
No eyes to see
No nose to smell
A hole for a mouth
Tubes to feed and breathe…
…Survivor of shotgun suicide*
For Ann's Suicide contest
*based on a tragic photograph I once saw
Copyright © Jack Horne | Year Posted 2012
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