You pull the trigger and expect me to stay quiet, but my mouth has no safety. I stare down the barrels of guns, and I am told that I am gentle. But I am not sure if I am gentle enough to touch the trigger without pulling.
YOU ARE READING
When I can't breathe
PoetryMy poetry is an escape. Others may find meaning and define my poetry in their own way. There will also be spanish translations. (También hay una traducción al español para algunos de mis poemas gracias a Damian Laurent)
