god, he hated her.
he hated everything she stood for,
little tiny five inch volleyball shorts
and a pistol whipped boyfriend in glasses.
the things she said, the things she believed
ran counter to his world, the a masculine perfection
of his imagination.
and so he pulled out a gun of his own,
ejected the magazine like he ejected his conscience
clicked it back in, hands shaking, and disengaged
the safety, knowing there was no going back.
YOU ARE READING
Clean: An Anthology
Poetry{#73 in Poetry- May 17, 2016} A series of poems and essays about the things I wish I could say out loud. @soundthealarm made the gorgeous cover.
