It’s over every time,
and each time, there’s a flutter
of being absolutely terrified
a hovering,
a circling,
a tentative
nod,
and then…
bham!
you hit me again
and it’s over.
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Gun Shots
Posted in Poetry.
It’s over every time,
and each time, there’s a flutter
of being absolutely terrified
a hovering,
a circling,
a tentative
nod,
and then…
bham!
you hit me again
and it’s over.
