a shriveled love note in the barrel of an empty gun – samantha lucero

the man i loved who never knew
was tall like most men girls love & never tell
he was  t h e  unreachable one in missing scenes of my other life — one i could’ve had, but couldn’t, & now i can’t at all —
he was that untouched  n a m e  i never murmured aloud
a strangled sonnet that i would recite to a chasm in each yearning lover’s prison-grey heart,  wet-eyed with a desert-tongue and a diamond gun,
because you’re holding the smeared organ
the holy medal in my scalded dreams, where no one can hear what i whisper into my own nebulous mind,
so i scream in my head when i see you,
even in this inner-woven world where i can confess
to the fake piece of you that isn’t really there,

i don’t, i wouldn’t dare.


[Samantha Lucero writes stuff sometimes at sixredseeds.]

Author: Sudden Denouement

A Literary Collective

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