I hired a few shadows to
cover me this morning but
they’re letting me
down
I can still see my toes & there’s
sunlight on my
scapula
The heat of it is
scorching with
blowtorch
precision
Like the accuracy you
displayed when you
peered through the
scope
Took aim at my
heart
and shot those
bullet words through the
center
I’d hire more shadows but
morning’s depleting the
talent pool
Just enough grey lines to
bandage the
wound you left open from
Goodbye.
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