Tuesday, June 3, 2014


You shot someone today,
And she looked just like me
You heard the crack
Before I felt the snap of myself.

You cut me to the quick!
The granite stillness of my limbs
The silent croaking chill.

You used me and you destroyed me for a muse.

I could applaud her for her achievement
Though it ends in my bereavement

It failed its assignment.
You heart, the cursed thing,
It only sorrows bring. 

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