Bullets


I held my heart outside of my body
as you, the bullet, fly around the room
making a mess of me.
Beautiful and golden, you threaten
each part of my being; you dare my
core to step into your path, into
the strong breath you leave behind.
You are small. You are blameless. And yet, the
power of the gun has set you free,
dangerously close to the gift of life in my hands.
Making gentle harsh whispers 'round
my ribs, you travel your way down my sleeves.
With no notice, you rip your way through the beating
bloody barriers of my heart.
I am stung but I stare at you knowing
that you break because you are innocent.
or as innocent as the bullet that shoots from a gun.

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