summer ’16

I sat on the porch,
Watching you leave
But you turned around and shot me in the chest.
Blood pours from my eyes
Trickles out of my ears
Spills down my chin,
The chagrin of being unwanted
Stains the freshly mowed grass scarlet.
Silence reverberates like a spray of broken glass.
Sinking into the ground,
My heart jumps into the gardenias,
Flopping like a carp.

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