Drive-Bye

the world comes out of the woodwork
and she comes out of a shotgun
right at your perfect porcelain body
leaving me screaming
tearing, burning words to the back of my throat I didn’t know were mine
your glazed look branded into my eyes
as she crushes you
blazes you into oblivion
before reaching down to share the pipe
you were always a quick light

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