special forces (Remove filter)
The Silencer
She whispers an aberration,
with mouth of soot stained metal.
Pointing out deluded self-doubt,
muzzling lies with targeted fire.
Seizing breath without sound,
at least four Turks and a Russian
With little or no repercussion.
Synapsed heart from sharp to steel.
Drinking shots after taking shots,
murdering time as it flies fast home,
past window of his decamped rea...
Sunday 14th February 2016 4:28 pm
Recent Comments
TOM MERTON on Living the whatever unwritten way
2 hours ago
Nigel Astell on December 2024 Collage Poem: Play the Odds
3 hours ago
Pinnochio on Thoughts and Improvements
3 hours ago
Steve White on Mary and Joseph
3 hours ago
David RL Moore on Mary and Joseph
4 hours ago
Steve White on Mary and Joseph
6 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Mary and Joseph
6 hours ago
Steve White on Mary and Joseph
7 hours ago
Graham Sherwood on Mary and Joseph
7 hours ago
Pinnochio on Shoot...
8 hours ago