C O L L A P S E

i could be just spitting words
towards your teeth
where your mouth resembles
the broken door frame
i kicked in 
when i couldn’t write a damn thing
i thought.

so take that moment 
when the barrel is touching
your head directly above your left ear.
the moment where you recall
the times you were free
and the times you were you.

bundle those colors
and be them.
set your arm by your side
and feel the defeated gun slide
across your leg
all while knowing
that death will not set you free
it will not be good
and it will not be you.

instead
paint those vibrant colors
across your eyes
and your lips
smear those better days
into the pours of your face
and grit them in your teeth
while knowing that no moment
will ever stand against this time-
where you knew nothing
would be as beautiful as this.




-cjt

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