Skinned Bullet

Poems From The Prompt Part 5

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A Picture Prompt from Alicia.

Hope you all enjoy.

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Ugh, I hate my job

I wish that I could be with my love

Three more hours to go

Can’t wait to leave and feel complete

With my other half

He loves me more

Than just for my skin and bone

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Another hour goes by

A text from my love

“Meet me here, I have wonderful things to show you”

The last two hours go by in a flash

I run out the door

Saying farewell to all my work friends

My love has something wonderful to show me

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I click on the link

That takes me to maps

The place he is at

Is only 15 minutes out

I pull out of the lot

Driving out of town

To a place I’ve never been

But a place full of beauty

To the brim

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Atop a small hill

Sits an old wooden Shack

With a lush green wood behind

And a crystal lake full of shimmering fish

My love’s car sits in front of the creaking house

He must be inside

I rush for the door

Overflowing with joy

I fling it open and see a man

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He lies upon the floor

Coughing out all his blood

It is my love

“What happened!”

I cry

Falling on all fours

I crawl to him

Trying to stem the flow of blood

But it flows from more than one place

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His leg is gone

But is still in the room

In another man’s hands

He places it aside

Seeming not to want to dirty himself

With the filthy crime

He loves to commit

My husband’s leg is missing pieces

Clean slices

Taken out of it like a piece of steak

Being piled on a plate

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The man invites me to sit

And partake in this unholy thing

“Run!” my husband cries

“He has a gun!”

“He won’t let you leave alive”

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I crash through the door

Running towards my car

The man is close behind

I thought I had enough time

I dive behind my car

Crawling, I opened the door

Crying, I start the car

But the man is there

Holding the gun

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The shot rings

Carving through my windshield

And siphoning the air I have

By driving through my chest

As a begin to breathe my last

The man drags me back

Into the old wooden Shack

Never dirtying himself

With the blood of his meals

My love sobs beside me

Saying he’s sorry

He never wanted someone else

To taste his flesh

While he breathes his last

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I lay beside

My dead love

While a man slices our flesh

Like a cow or even a fish

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My last breath

Was caused by an unholy thing

A thing so corrupt

The man does all he can

To hide his sin

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Thank you Alicia, for the image prompt!

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