Running Toward a Hail of Unspoken Gunfire

Nicholas Gagnier/FVR Publishing

FVR Publishing

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I haven’t been the one
you want in a minute,
but that’s okay.

The possibilities are
infinite, that’s why they call them variables.

But I wasn’t enough.

Fighting feral
nature, a barrel
of wanderlust and
fuck the
bullet,
it’s the
fairy dust of impulsive
afflictions.

Estrangement
pierces deeper,
all exit wounds
accounted for,
gunpowder
traces,
weapon of math’s
corruption.

For every noble marksman,
a hundred more shoot for the kill.

And this ain’t
shade but a metaphor
made up on
the spot to
describe black rot at
the heart of
my nihilism, if only
to spare the children
of my loss.

I’m only shooting
targets between
the lines here,
the only
weapon I’ve still got for
self-defense.

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Author: Sudden Denouement

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