You put a bullet in to my skull
You loaded the pen fired,
It blackened my hair
Pieced my skull,
Exploded in my mind,
Ink bled from my mouth
It landed on the paper below,
Became words,
It would fall in droplets,
A crime if not put in to word.
You shot two more times,
I shuddered under the onslaught
Verbs, pronouns, syllabus,
Ink,
Lead,
Shreds of written words,
Expelled from my
Ears,
Nose,
Mouth,
You had shot me, penetrated my mind
so violent, in need of rest,
For now the droplets had stopped
The paper was dry
Ink had bled from me to make word,
Three times to the back of the head.