Poetry · Writing

1 out of 6

Embellishing features crafts

desire. Stop signs were only

warnings, suggestions.

Couldn’t halt the speeding bullet

passing through wide eyes

and open mouths before

it lands through my chest.

Ignites tremors fueling

a rejuvenated

love.

I thought you were running empty,

Russian Roulette,

I got lucky

this tme

 

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