2 of 30 in 30…Sleepless…
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2 April 2010, 21:28
Filed under: 30 Poems in 30 Days, Esme Writes, Poetry | Tags: 2, 30 Poems in 30 Days, April, bullets, dream, Esme Writes, healing, Poetry, shot, weird, writing
Filed under: 30 Poems in 30 Days, Esme Writes, Poetry | Tags: 2, 30 Poems in 30 Days, April, bullets, dream, Esme Writes, healing, Poetry, shot, weird, writing
I just remembered
last night
that I was dying
I was shot
but my blood didn’t pour out
as quickly as it should have
I willed it to slow
and I edged away from the ice-grip around my heart
I willed it into resolve
or into healing
or whatever the fuck my body
did
the wound sealed shut
a perfect little pink circle
bullseye
the bullet still lodged
delicately
prodding at my heart
with the coldness of steel or iron
or whatever they make bullets of
next to sweet blood filled
tenderness
I didn’t die
I willed myself
on
that’s how it goes
I guess.
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