my heart scampers for shelter in a shower of ammunition
you have unloaded with the tone of your voice -
it scatters in the pattern of spaces between words
by the speed at which you hang up the phone.
Death beacons me when I feel this alone
so I stand in the line of fire and pray to be blown
away, the pain
it is too much for me to bear but I'm still here
stuck inside a shot gun shell of fear.
Can I hold on to faith,
and just know that it will be ok, please?
Ok, it will be ok, ok? Yes, yes, and I love you.
Despite it all, it's the love that keeps us whole.
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