Under the Gun
Open your eyes. Reinvent me. Heaven
Sent. Flamed teardrops die gracefully
Above your heart. How I hear the
Footsteps of the dead trample over us,
Yet we are both powerless to breath.
I fall from the face of the planet.
Reaching out for a passing star to
Catch me. Oceans laugh at my plight.
Hide in the darkness, then turn their
Backs on me. Offer themselves to
Red-robed warriors.
Swallow that anger. I know how it
Tastes. Chambered sorrow vented
At the frozen children. The frenzied
Touch of ebony as it touches your
Face, like snow, it knows us all
Too well.
Thirteen
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