05 April 2012

Hand Loaded

Three layers of skin
Stretch its skeletal scaffold
A lot like a man's.
 
But its brain conjures
Blunt force,
Bullets and ligatures
Behind its epidermal disguise. 

It mimics my shapes and colors.
It plagiarizes my soft touch,
Then gently hand loads the ammo.


Aw Snap! I totally didn't realize it was already NaPoWriMo! I rushed this together just to say that I wrote something today! Submitted at Poets United's Poetry Pantry.

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