roses and bullets

Avatar_-_logoby dubbleaa07 Aug 2013

she tastes like roses and bullets
he smells like hot oil and leather

she writes in heartagrams
he speaks in menacing verse

he says he’s no good
she won’t believe him

she pulls the petals of corpse flowers
he counts the empty amber bottles

he wishes the road between them would shorten
she counts the stars she’ll hop to get there

and she undoes parachute’s stitches
this time, he will catch her.

"roses and bullets" by dubbleaa (8/6/2013)