there are bullets from told centuries
in my bones but this year has
ensnared them with flowers
so that i have crumbled in prickle
and thorn; i am too feeble for
the battlefield now, i have lost
my luster, have been scrubbed down to
sullied brass and **** without
purpose.
i want to bleed
the rose petals out of me
and make myself
a target again.
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 9:00 PM UTC
there are bullets from told centuries
in my bones but this year has
ensnared them with flowers
so that i have crumbled in prickle
and thorn; i am too feeble for
the battlefield now, i have lost
my luster, have been scrubbed down to
sullied brass and **** without
purpose.
i want to bleed
the rose petals out of me
and make myself
a target again.
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