Freeverse 415


my body is like a pen
it painted the paper ground with red blots
my memory is writing now from inside some box
that gun was truly impressive
the bullet knocked me out of my socks
there was no reset after the oof like Roblox

the cops had to play connect the dots
geologists looking under every rock
one day the murderer finally heard the knock
I bet he was relieved to be caught
because all he could do was hear me talk

I'll probably visit him in his cell
nightmaring in a small cot
like the bullets that turn and toss
that'll fit him just fine
and I'll withdraw through the lock

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