Liquid Bullets
Pelted with such incredible force
one hundred and ten on that fastball;
Harder to dodge than anything in sports;
Foggy you’re lost within a pitfall
sweet nothings condensed on your cheek;
That whisper is the be all end all;
Flooding you and now you’re left weak,
rambling and gambling placing bets;
You’re lost toting a winning streak;
Confused and so happily distressed,
Stuck on lips coated in liquid bullets.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2023
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