driveby bullet to the heart
but you knew the pin
so here’s the puncture
sift through blood clots with index finger and thumb
unravel yourself and come undone (again).
the iron exposed when you roll your tongue across your teeth
like swirling wine to find the notes.
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Author:
tyler (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: red. from the vault. 2023.
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Comments1
Raw, powerful and excruciatingly painful. Good stuff.
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