The thing about the bullet;
it doesn’t care about race, gender or who you’re fucking
it rips without malice and discord
tearing families apart.
Dreadful and honest the silver spins
signed by a government
not even ours or one we recognize
a human on the other end
no trail
just an executioner.
Sweet silver-
hear this prayer on your deaf ears
as I ask you to love a man.
Love the first man you’ll touch eyes with
and I promise-
you won’t need another.
Love until the spindle falls
the babies weep and the families mourn
and you’ll be surprised
as fate loads another.
Saint's Muse 