Stretchy sunken skeletal feet, grey
scratch the carpet where now she lay
dripping, drooping fingers down
touched the gun without sound
it grasped the bullet
from deep inside
now she wakes
not dead
live.
– Sandra Johnson, 6/26/21
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Stretchy sunken skeletal feet, grey
scratch the carpet where now she lay
dripping, drooping fingers down
touched the gun without sound
it grasped the bullet
from deep inside
now she wakes
not dead
live.
– Sandra Johnson, 6/26/21
Whoa! Suspenseful and so well done.
Thanks!