Summers Tucked Under the Sheets of Two Guns,
means dying on repeat when Mom's eyes are closed
after a meal that tastes like chains and sirens.
Summers Tucked Under the Sheets of Two Guns,
means sweating over Psalms,
everything closed,
locked,
and dark,
after swallowing drunk pleas with red and blue.
In the Summer Tucked Under the Sheets of Two Guns,
our house turned the darkest shade of panic
and I discovered what was more lethal than the shrine of weapons in your front yard.
Now, at night, when I lay atop the sheets of Autumn,
how can I forget how easily we broke
how our worries so easily killed us
before you could
During the Summer of Two Guns?
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I'll Lose You in the Stars
PoetryA collection of poetry and prose detailing a journey through youth and adulthood. Basically, this is a dump of old and new writing. Please comment your thoughts and constructive criticism! Let's help each other find healing and joy amongst the r...
