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Kelly
Poems
Feb 2015
Wounded (edited)
We stand face to face, legs spread apart
Like two outlaws dueling in an old Western
Fingers twitching
Eager to get the first shot
We reach for our weapons simultaneously
Shot after shot filling our secluded battlefield
A vein in your forehead pulsing in frustration and concentration
I dodge everything you throw my way
A shot grazes my skin
The stinging of a paper cut, magnified
You loom over me
Your shadow swallowing me whole
Weapon rising above me slowly, painfully slow
I do nothing to avoid your final blow
My mouth contorts into a wince
Eyes closing involuntarily
The shot pierced me
Straight through the heart
Perfect aim.
Dread coursing through me
It spills over in a single teardrop
There's no such thing as a "word wound"
No hospital will ever admit me
Even if it's far more damaging
Than any bullet
Added onto and edited my post of this from yesterday. I like it a lot more now
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