The words fall,
yes they fall like
steady rain,
like bullets
cutting through
pretence that
all is just so well–
raining bullets
that find their
target in living
flesh that bleeds
too easily, and
spills like rain.
5/9/2020
The words fall,
yes they fall like
steady rain,
like bullets
cutting through
pretence that
all is just so well–
raining bullets
that find their
target in living
flesh that bleeds
too easily, and
spills like rain.
5/9/2020