pink bloodied
wings crash down
there is nothing above you
hollow ribcage breath in
see earth
as sea blue oval
gasps for air
as bullet in
your child heart
a feather
light when you breathe
dust collects
firm grip
clinched fist
joy every pore
in dream
dull white and gleaning
in my sleep
i can float
be invisible
would be perfection
to the sky
would be perfection
but
when
I
wake
no matter
slept through all of it
chaotic septicemia
everyone heard the gunshot
couldn't reach their cry
it'll seem the bullet was meant to be
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Comments
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Wow, what a deeply conveyed write.
Such a clever take on the prompt
with great use of imagery and
poetic devices.
Thanks for entering & best of luck
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