Shot Gun

Shot gun blast through the heart, bulk pulp punch through the back. Splat.
Adrenaline gland kicks a brave surge, see you later.
Clarification moment of a fear you’d rather forget.

Feet wet
from the puddle of your own piss that snuck out
while you were thinking about
what would happen
if that mother fucker
did
what you thought he was going to do.


Kate Edwards

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