| Jason Hardung |
GUN BARREL LIPS She is a shadow flicked by candle light dancing madly in the doorway firing silver-tipped words from gun barrel lips. That the night before were wrapped around my swollen ego and I felt like a man. She gazed up at me with child-like eyes every now and then to drive the point home and I fell into them. Now out the window, riding autumn's back, twilight fades like adolescence a drawn out blink. |
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