I recoil into my flack jacket
Tantalisingly distant memories of a touch
Caress like bullets in the night
Pondering the distance from a – z
Wondering when all this will end
Five 6 word stories walk into a bar – a crowbar, and are savagely set upon by a murder of crows and left in pieces on the floor.
(And yes I know the 4th line is questionable, but fuck the rules)