11-04-2021, 06:01 AM
The Weapon
Your fingerprints
were all over it:
the passive aggressive warhead
of your sigh, the cold cannon
of your stare, deterrents
men don't dare play chicken with.
He knew you too well
to see another way out.
Your fingerprints
were all over it:
the passive aggressive warhead
of your sigh, the cold cannon
of your stare, deterrents
men don't dare play chicken with.
He knew you too well
to see another way out.