The bullet was small
But the hand that held it was strong
It knew
You were just functioning
For now
When the pieces
Crumbled on your palm
What did you think was left of
Turning into a mom
You pulled the trigger yourself
Too hot to cradle and touch
They were your life giving hands
Family jammed
Steaming needs
Forgot that the trigger
Was qued for innocence
You molded the bullet
Into a shot after fire
When you can’t shoot straight
Because that shot
Was not your family name
Directed to truth
You grew her in ranges
Shooting up high
And locking her up
At night
For safety
The bullet was too young
Not some bagabond
The gun responds
You bit
The hand birthed you
Too soon
Did i studder?…
You chose to turn
You had the chance
But you deferred
This bullet came fast
Unexpectedly so
Stand up and last
Open your eyes to the low
You created
And you denied
Because you were also a bullet
An accidental lie
It takes two hands to shoot
One on the trigger
And one to hold the bullet back
For the gun made a mistake
He shot for the rate
Heating the bullet
She wasn’t a fake
She was brutal
Because she made an impact
From a gun
That wouldn’t hold her
Any longer
Anticipate the run
That i knew
I will not heat
Into the same gun
Like you
@Camile McGregor