An Extra Bullet, Just in Case.
By so_skeevy
The troubled whispers in the trees
An ice cold stare,
A stinging breeze.
That night they found
The damp crimson note
Tucked in the pocket
Of his favorite black coat.
I made that coat,
His mother said.
She covered her face,
And her hands turned it red.
She forgot to notice
Forgot to care
Just didn’t remember
Her son was there.
His once kindly face
was warped by a twisted grin
And his mother couldn’t help but wonder,
Where her son had been
And neatly scrawled with great care,
There was but a singe sentence there.
An unnoticed tear shone on the dead boys face.
"An extra bullet,
Just in case."
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Copyright 2005 so_skeevy
Published on Tuesday, April 19, 2005.
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Comments on "An Extra Bullet, Just in Case."
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A former member wrote:
excelent i love it so weird but still so great.
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On Saturday, April 23, 2005, Trichotillomaniac
(42) wrote:
Excellently done, there are certain rhymes that just make this all the more powerful..
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A former member wrote:
sweeeeeeeeeeeeet!
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On Wednesday, April 20, 2005, ONEANDLONELY
(114) wrote:
SAD,SAD,SAD...but good!
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On Wednesday, April 20, 2005, AniDayz
(812) wrote:
these words are crawling all across my skin...making me shiver...so emotion-provoking...the imagery in this-makes me picture a field of rolling desolation...this feel to this is epitemy of empty...described in full. dammmmm
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On Wednesday, April 20, 2005, island warrior
(210) wrote:
Soul stirring stuff,top write.
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A former member wrote:
That's soo amazing. i love it.
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A former member wrote:
i absolutely love this poem. dearly. i love it. very memorable. excelent.