A boy is a loaded gun
Deadly and true
Heavy with the weight of himself
His tiny moving parts
Smelling like oil and death and blood
Trigger finger quick as the flash of his smile
The white of his teeth reflected
In the whites of her eyes
A girl is an open wound
Scar riddled and lame
From all the bullets she has been grazed by
Surely one, one day will **** her
Or the lead in her body
All poisonous trace of him
Will seep into her bloodstream
Find her heart, aquiver in fear
Rabbit under the barrel
Experienced hunter, this one
His hands do not shake
His lips do not twitch
His eyes cold and hard as the weapon
The world is a red battlefield
Silence, but for his steady breath
Her tearful pleas
Bang
The boy reloads.
Aug 10, 2019
Aug 10, 2019 at 7:11 AM UTC
A boy is a loaded gun
Deadly and true
Heavy with the weight of himself
His tiny moving parts
Smelling like oil and death and blood
Trigger finger quick as the flash of his smile
The white of his teeth reflected
In the whites of her eyes
A girl is an open wound
Scar riddled and lame
From all the bullets she has been grazed by
Surely one, one day will **** her
Or the lead in her body
All poisonous trace of him
Will seep into her bloodstream
Find her heart, aquiver in fear
Rabbit under the barrel
Experienced hunter, this one
His hands do not shake
His lips do not twitch
His eyes cold and hard as the weapon
The world is a red battlefield
Silence, but for his steady breath
Her tearful pleas
Bang
The boy reloads.
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