I read this holding my breath. So much beauty and horror woven together, and that ending... “every living thing / fully loaded.” Absolutely haunting. <3
This was an incredibly beautiful, gut-wrenching poem. The storytelling is unbelievablely compelling, and feels painfully authentic. I, too, read this holding my breath 🫂
See it in my mind. You know it so well. Leaves us all thinking
Thank you for reading so deeply 🖤
Remarkable. Intense. Palpable. Yearning for more of the story.
I read this holding my breath. So much beauty and horror woven together, and that ending... “every living thing / fully loaded.” Absolutely haunting. <3
Thank you siStar 🖤🧚♀️
exhale squeeze
I know this from a parallel experience, felt this hard…
Thank you for reading. And being 🌌🖤
ma-chee hokte hala 💙
Stunning. Yes, I too have seen guns laid on the bed. ❤️💦
sending love SiStar. Extra… i know you’re on your holy walk.. with the grief. 🩷💦 big hug.
Exquisite imagery!
Thank you SiStar 🖤🧚♀️
What a gripping poem.Thankyou🌺
Thank you for reading deeply 🩷🧚♀️
Your work deserves deep reading! 🌺
oh god.
my cousin, when little,
found a gun and shot himself with a dum dum bullet.
my sons couldn't even have plastic guns.
beautifully expressed, PT.
Thank you siStar. 🖤
I love your writing.
Thank you for reading and being 🖤🌌
This was an incredibly beautiful, gut-wrenching poem. The storytelling is unbelievablely compelling, and feels painfully authentic. I, too, read this holding my breath 🫂