Chambered
By cadymae
I can feel them locking into place.
The lessons learned.
The
enemies burned,
Whose graves I dance upon.
Like a speed
loader snugging
Cartridges into chambers.
Tumblers turned,
Mercy spurned,
Til that sweet scent of hope's forgotten.
I don't quite laugh as I spit on your grave.
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Copyright 2011 cadymae
Published on Friday, December 9, 2011.
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On Tuesday, January 16, 2018, Cassette
(1144) wrote:
This feels like it starts and it ends in the same place.... standing on someone's grave....
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On Tuesday, April 11, 2017, carlosjackal
(3011) wrote:
Wow..Those last 2 lines and the gap between them...Astounding stuff.
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On Friday, December 9, 2011, Devilish
(2662) wrote:
Hmmm... Felt this way before..