Monday, 1 July 2013
she awaits the firing squad

 with the helplessness of a child

 her upper lip swelling

 n tries to sit with the pain

 the bullet going right through her stomach

 her head seems to be floating elsewhere

 eyes going down like the dusky sun

 her relatives flashing through her mind

 n there is the blissful joy

 of balmy psychosis deleting the

 connection between you and your body





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