Trigger Fingers

I’ve got a thesaurus and a gun
arming torpor trigger fingers;
Poetry at point blank range,
silver bullet savage;
Deliberate verse
detonated,
you never 
felt the
hit.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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