A trigger was found deep in my ribs
sometimes I cock it and hold my breath
as to not stir one bone or make one move
Although this gun lies deep inside of me
I only often see it when draped against the brow of my head
when it's held there- my frontal cranium turns elusive, dark silver
As is, time stands still and even the best intent could fall in-
it shimmers and wanes in rage & frustration
not knowing who's weapon this is,
and why i'm guarding it
I would run, but I often choose a direction
I then learn the undesirable option
And warning shots are fired
deep inside that black space that has no name
And I am scared
because people are dying
And i'm at gunpoint.
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