Things, things, things.
poetry by Caitlin Diamond
Tuesday, July 30, 2013
Loaded Gun
clouds are forming and I am realizing
that I will always be a loaded gun
pointed toward your chest
it is nobody's fault but mine
and I am sorry
that I was only ever cactus skin
when you needed rainfall
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