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Yesterday / past
With hardly a word
Or a thought
But I couldn't
decide whether that was a small mercy or not
So when she woke she
turned to me and locked the whites between bloodshot and smile
And
told me to tell her something beautiful
So...
...I
drew back my lips
...Cocked a shotgun tongue
...Aimed
dead center mass for a three round burst
But before I could
fire she stormed through my lines with her own two round volley of torrential
ferver that landed just under the clef of my left jawline
And did
not stop the onslaught until I relented and burned
From the heart
out
Relaxed my neck, head tilt back
By the by
As I felt
my armed maw slide
Into another suicide.