gun for fire
a reflection by tmez And then we were nothing more than an ant farm. We actually knew it. God’s farm. An experiment. Didn’t we always think that it would come to this? A secular world. Today is a good day to teach, even when the footprints are dusty. Eighth grade was a blast. Just before the green year. The nice guy finishes last. Never make friends with your next door neighbor. A hundred-percent hunter safety. Raised on the land. Conservation the key. Now what’ll I be? Please remember. It can never happen to me. I am a survivor. I have been shot. Shotguns never stop hurting. It’s a bitch to be shot. Always hurts. A lot.. No brothers injured. Nightmares say different. Imagined large holes in the floor. Just in front of tiny feet. Blood pumping from small smiles. Never sleep again. Powder burns. Face and neck. Who is that? Can't be me. Hand distorted. Eardrums ringing. Those damn high pitches. Stupid gay tv. Thank you Lord for that. Thank you for My pain. I accept it. Tha