Crumbs
Baked. Burnt. Leftover.
Thursday, December 13, 2012
load. aim. fire. repeat.
her lips curl
upward
as she blinks
at his
fleeting
disregard
for her
existence
and he
barks
about
violently
to shatter
the silence
that followed
the decisive bullet
he shot
a year ago
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