Your hands are on fire

Please let go of my heart

Father, I’m lost

& do not know

where to start

Mother barely

recognizes me

Her hugs are just

uncomfortable & sharp

I’ve been a hooded figure

for far too long

An unstable trigger

in a sad love song

Darkness spat me out

then consumed me for fun

While love remained hidden

as the bullet in the gun

ABSINTHE β€’ Poetry Novel

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