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Blood Language

When the barrel speaks, crimson thoughts are expressed non-verbally Scarlet tones perforate the air with ballistic shrieks Coroner syntax are arranged in morgue sentences of alphabetical autopsies When the barrel speaks, violent desires are sated in silencer reverie Blue steel fiery emotion be coldly exclaimed by stained tongues trigger happy Solemn whispers is the universal language spoken with rigor mortis affinity 4-19-21

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Joanna Daniel

Date: 6/2/2021 2:09:00 AM

This is beyond beautiful, Freddie, strong language to showcase an even powerful truth, brilliant:)

Gershon Wolf

Date: 4/21/2021 2:40:00 PM

'When the barrel speaks -- scarlet tones...blue steel fiery emotion...solemn whispers...' You've pointed your revolver to the stripped-away-of-sentiment Truth of the tragedy. Brilliantly penned, my friend. Healing and Hope, Gershon

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 4/20/2021 8:42:00 AM

Delicious use of language my friend.

Richard Lamoureux
Date: 4/20/2021 8:43:00 AM

A difficult topic with polar opposite beliefs. I wish our countries could find some balance.

Alexis Y.

Date: 4/19/2021 2:17:00 PM

WoW! Freddy, I have truly missed your talented pen. I echo what Silene One said. I hope to see you posting more, my friend-Alexis

Silent One

Date: 4/19/2021 1:39:00 PM

Your words leave me speechless...such a talented word weaver

Susan Woodrow

Date: 4/19/2021 9:04:00 AM

It is saddening how much guns mean so much to many but ultimately it is fear that makes one wish for it... great write and esp like the end stanza :)