The Bullet

Winner: Simon & Schuster Write Stuff Poetry Contest

Force back down
The pain and the sickness

Here comes the bullet
Ripping through air
And now, tearing through flesh
Finally meets it's match
in muscle and bone.

Crimson escapes
overwhelming fabric
and knees give way,
bringing a human frame to the snow.

The black drape empties eyes
Concealing cold winter in it's cloak.
Enter, demon.
Appeal to a darker side
With a friendly guile.
Drag me to hell.

The End

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