It’s like I could open my mouth and drink it.
Bullet casings, flowing into my mouth. Swallow.
Swallows. Against birds of prey never had a chance.
Draw my scabbard from my spine to pierce the eye of the scorpions
The wings of Adonis
Flight of a thousand sword slices
Cluster around the bleeding spring
The training was too specific.
AK rolls 47 times in its grave