Day 25 of 30 Poems/30 Days

‘Revolver’

I yelled: “I am rage, five-fold,
and my heart will not slumber.”

“I am your mirror,
part-foe, part-friend,
the true word
that stays in your ears.”

“I am the man you killed, resurrected,
my blood still fresh on the ground.”

“I place you in the grave
you dug out for me –
an inch or two extra.”

As the mud keeps you under,
it presses against your lips,
kissing you asleep,
teaching you how to smile.

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