Mind of A Machine Gun

this is the

blistering sore

my

infestation from within

with a fever soaring

and the blood runneth over

chuckle between missing teeth

and say this is what's

been done to me

fights were worth fighting

when prizes weren't

abundant

and pain was a sign

to stop

instead of one to

keep on going

abrupt endings

to everything

are seen

and i'm ever so sick of

the trailing off

Reviews

[Rachel DeHart]

"and i'm ever so sick of
the trailing off"
I really like the way you ended this. The poem is really catching, and just pulls the reader down the row of words. The structure is really powerful as well.

Beautiful.