Thursday, December 30, 2010

Good Bye

Unless blood pours no one sees you are hurt.
A gash, a wound. A scream.

Chilled air. Hot breath.
Pull the trigger.
Hit.Miss.Hit.Miss.Miss.Miss.Miss.

And then - I stop.
Time to let things be.
No time for Good byes.
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