words are weapons

Ammunition combustable, reality shifts

lines and words are bullets across this stage

grenade here in soliloquy, 

the spacious detonation of weapons of massive thought

staccato bursts of inspiration from a pressure cooker bomb

chase off in devastation, never just one direct line, but

the carnage words of pain, rage, 

changed purpose to sustain

feel the other side, fear, grief, helpless

intimidation bought by bits of metal, firing pin, chamber, muzzle

loss of life, choice, liberty, slow to discover

if one can’t have it, neither can the other


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