I'd Rather Love It Up Than Burn It Down by Bertram SparagmosShe hides in the subtle shake of evening curtains
Don't you worry
Little switchblade sister
Shooting boomerang bullets
You can't hurt you, babe
I am your armor plate
Every sunset
Deserves a dump truck
Along edges and inglenooks
Corn rows
Forbearing, deaf ears
My model's made for the lost
I eat rounds
But my guts are getting full
My time from swaddling to dirt
I will spend as shielding, lifting arm
And when the lights go out
A kiss in the dark
Mors ex Pun
Have I swallowed up crazy?
Or will this harvest save me?
In the end, though, don't worry babe
Nothing gets through this armor plate 08/03/2014 Author's Note: I'm a snake in the grass, but a nice one.
Posted on 08/03/2014 Copyright © 2024 Bertram Sparagmos
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