Bullets
bullets
bullets
for
my
love
eveything
i have dug
shovels from above
holes plugged with love
hard to hold a scorching hand
plagiarize all that you think
i
am
i
am
woman
i
am
man
poetical freelancer stance
lone tropical paradicial wolf dance
art shredded vows wording sheep sounds
risen collision dusted blood stained shadows
that freaking between your ears smears on me
death beside death makes it hard to breathe
take this an even
mask off
of
me
what marionette marooned
screams detected
in
the
closet broom
witches nose the moon
hello-man crazy
he has lost his mind
here in the cellar
warm at times
dripping water
in
missed corner
was that mold
how old are you child
these bruises look pretty fresh
does that hurt when they do that
don't touch me
here they come
cellar door freaks
light narrowly showing through
my chains never get that far
must be that time again
let's just lay here
and
pretend
bullets
?
Copyright © Pipping Stars | Year Posted 2017
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