Shotgun
so you married a shotgun what made you think it would never fire? on the wedding day it was cocked and loaded waiting for an excuse to blow and now the child of this grave union is wailing in your hands and your arms are full of slug-holes and your legs too weak to stand so you turn into a statue you learn to stand like stone and you lie under the covers and pretend that you're alone and your shotgun is loaded all the time when he's full he shoots and you feel like an empty bottle someday you will shatter you know it's nobody's fault but yours but how can you get out? you signed the contract, made the vow, now you're paying and you wonder where you'll find the chance to take or the chance to hide and your baby's cries are ringing in your ears as you count the years and your shotgun is loaded all the time when he's full he shoots and you feel like an empty bottle someday you will shatter and who will sweep up the pieces?
Posted Thursday, May 24th 2012
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