11.9.14

a skeleton army


I was once the only devotchka in possession of a rifle. I laced my love around the periphery and sleeplessly guarded the house. A skeleton army came through town. My bullets passed straight through their rib cages. That was February, when the ground was hard as sin and I thought I had to prove something to the ghost of my father. Nowadays, sweet one, I am unarmed.

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