ten cent poems
hiding in numbers
a shotgun blast
of ink and paper
hoping that one slug
strikes true.
knick an artery,
crack the bone
call yourself
a marksman wordsmith
im sorry i saw
through the muzzle flash
im sorry i told
but to be fair..
you lied first.
and im not sorry.
Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 4:43 PM UTC
ten cent poems
hiding in numbers
a shotgun blast
of ink and paper
hoping that one slug
strikes true.
knick an artery,
crack the bone
call yourself
a marksman wordsmith
im sorry i saw
through the muzzle flash
im sorry i told
but to be fair..
you lied first.
and im not sorry.
This probably isn't about you.
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