This battlefield of ours
petty arguments over
dishes left
unwashed.
half truths and
full lies
thrown with
four seam velocity.
things that were said
that were best left
unsaid.
actions that were done
that can’t be
taken back.
a girl is a gun.
a boy is a bomb.
nothing more to talk about.
set your primer.
step back about thirty feet.
and watch me
explode.
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“a girl is a gun.
a boy is a bomb.”
Succinct and powerful.
Cool. Very Bukowskiesque.
❤️
“four seam velocity” is really way to drive that detail home.