Monday, August 31, 2015


a found poem

ankle creature’s  leg
“Wait.” need

trigger detonation
loud enclosed  space cellar
leg and catered
floor beneath ignored ringing
assesed the results bright gushed
wound slower pulse
viscous sliver of bone showed
damaged tissue, pale moist
After the gunshot,
thoughtful. knelt
duct  tape stunch bleeding,
rotten flower stink

Source material:
Wilson, Robert Charles. Burning Paradise, Tor, 2. 50. Print.

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