Bullets

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Bullets

Or so you thought
the days come crashing down
like bullets you said, a bullet through the brain

The numbing effect on all of us
who live in it shall see
The bullet, warm, right from the gun
Delivered, you said, by me

Or so I thought
The nights come falling hard
like blankets, bags, and chloroform

Hearing those of us who say
otherwise is folly
Foolishness to play their games
A bullet in the brain

Those of you who see will say
that we are here and now
Selfishness to hear the bang
A bullet, warm, from me


—Stelle Cadenti

 

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About the Author

Stelle Cedenti has been writing seriously for 4 years. (“not that I was any good for the first 3 of those years. Though I really started writing when I think I was 6 or 7, I attempted my first novel about a magical cat. No need to say it only lasted a page.”) Her hobbies include writing, and being generally opinionated about things. She really enjoy a good debate. Her career choice, (so far) is to work in publishing, be an editor, and then once she has enough experience in the business, get work as a literary agent. (“Though,” she writes, “I could have changed my mind by the time you get this.”) Her favorite soft drink is Italian Soda.