Bullets
There's always that gun. The one that tells me to end it all. To end the pain you've caused me. To end the lingering ashes of when you've touched me. And with every bullet I take the pain lessens. And as you reach to raise me. I take the last one.
And my God how happy I am.
How happy I am to be free from your sin.
-b
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Cactus & Peony
PoesíaA book about The pain The suffrage The beauty About being a girl In a world -bhictoria
