*Eyes like shutters*

she reaches over, towards the revolver
through dew soaked lashes
she intently watched,
taking frugal renderings,
of his awkward movements
clueless disposition
ending all, with lacked knowledge
of her aphorism.

*Eyes like shutters*

she griped the revolver
before the retina reversed
all images omit, then relapsed
recollecting all of his failed intentions
like micro sized pieces of lucid imagery

he displayed sincerity with the occurrence
of picking white and yellow daises
to compliment her hair
picking pink and violet blossoms
to be laid on floral printed pillow cases
In an act of love the only act known,
to a repetitive premature mind.


-They continued precipitating in spirals-
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*Eyes like shutters*

finger tight on the trigger of the revolver
eluding all questions
@O0oO0o@ conversations spinning in spheres @O0oO0o@
beginning each one with more
emphasis and understanding
His perception failing him
discarding the depth of her words, as rhetoric
making it easier to discard her without notion

*Eyes like shutters*

one squeeze of her trigger
last shot he'll see is a shot from her revolver
they only blemished one another
they couldn't even last until winter
water painting in opaque words purple and blue
to wear as armor around fidget hearts

He took great pleasure
in her tear smeared face
impassively watching her
bending for a break

*Eyes like shutters*

she ends his slumber with a dark Grey revolver
Cloud-s come and Cloud-s blow
scribbled in black ink to be paralyzed
within a vague, callous poem
reaped what he rightfully sowed

watch carefully
as she splatters.... his cranberry matter::::::::::::
on the acquaintances he lays -flat- on his back for.


Relief when the final epic
spirals and spheres pulse to paralysis
signal bulbs burst
the sun burns away each Cloud haunting the sky
as minutes and hours blot wounds
all buzzing fades into a monotone hum

^..^ Now she can sleep ^..^