Here, Bullet If a body is what you want, then here is bone and gristle and flesh. Here is the clavicle-snapped wish, the aortas opened valves, the leap thought makes at the synaptic gap. Here is the adrenaline rush you crave, that inexorable flight, that insane puncture into heat and blood. And I dare you to finish what youve started. Because here, Bullet, here is where I complete the word you bring hissing through the air, here is where I moan the barrels cold esophagus, triggering my tongues explosives for the rifling I have inside of me, each twist of the round spun deeper, because here, Bullet, here is where the world ends, every time. —Brian Turner
Posted on: Mon, 26 May 2014 20:00:01 +0000
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