t h o u g h t s

explosive

You made a fool out
of me, I got a gun
for a mouth and a
beating gunpowder
heart for exploding.
The leather off my
back isn't bulletproof.
But you wouldn't
Have a clue, you,
beautiful fool.
So watch this red wine
stain my lips, ever
so slowly.
Sipping.
Cautiously.

H.h.Cole