Lead rock in the pit of my stomach,
I am sinking....
Like a bullet's shell
forgotten
after the phallic weapon bursts through
Uninvited.
I am spiraling down.
Unbreathing.
as if the cock of his gun was still caught in my airwaves.
and people shy away from the truth.
Shy away from me.
Turn their backs,
they don't want to hear it
but I'm living it...
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