Poem 3 | Gun Imagery
With each trigger pull, I’ll master the recoil— how to let it jolt through me, a reminder. A jolt I’ll grow fond of, like a pulse keeping time, echoing in the hollow of my bones. I won’t flinch when it sings through the silence, won’t blink when the flash blinds. There’s a choreography to surrender, a rhythm in the quiet aftermath. I will perfect the art of stillness, where breath is a betrayal. Each practice round, I’ll learn not to breathe until I forget how to.
Nice!
Please also share links of previous Poem 1 and Poem 2. While posting poems everyday, you can share the previous poem links so that those who missed can read it.
Jordon Lee
Student
20 days ago
Thanks !
It's a very good suggestion I'll keep this in mind.
Kendall Carmden
Student
20 days ago
A whiskey fixes everything.
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Kendall Vernon
Student
20 days ago
Poem 2 Link: https://share.gvine.app/v9fVdhsKnCpW7VuVA( link in poem 1 present in poem 2 comments)