A Dose of Kyle

Writing by Kyle Freelander

Bloody Bullet

I tiptoe but you hear

me coming your way, it’s too late

for games, you say, it’s too late

to play. So I retreat

to my seat in the corner

where I am to be shamed

by your red words once more.

A bloody bullet you used before,

a bloody bullet off the un-swept floor

pointed directly at me,

so sullied, so dirty. I can’t help

it anymore than I can help myself

at this point. Stranded. Screaming,

pleading, bleeding, begging for you

not to pull that trigger again.

This is the end, you say,

it’s too late for games,

it’s too late to play.

It is time to pull the trigger,

to attack me with all you’ve got,

an old wound ripped open

that keeps me in my seat,

where I retreat when I try

to move us forward together

and you leave me to bleed out alone.


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Welcome! A Dose of Kyle is an ever-growing collection of fiction, poetry, nonfiction, random thoughts and musings from the mind of Kyle Freelander. Some of these posts are new works while some are older ones that have been spruced up for the occasion. Feel free to stay and read awhile. Remember, feedback is always appreciated! -Kyle

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