Daddies Gun

On hands and knees, i stare through glass so glazed of memories, inside. It lays there, coiled safe inside pouched, leathers scrotum, waiting to bark. i cannot bring myself to unlock, the magic, waiting to bleed across this, very short distance. My hand lifts a violation, of all they who were barked upon simply waiting around coiled breath, a taste of metal coppers breast. i take the key again hipless, unlocking memories best left in the hollow tube, unspent lest the bite once again, render me blind, unable to taste. Reaching through, into the warm fluid of safty, i swallow gallons daily, while seeing bright flashes often of you. The loud report, is not news, it has been building, as hurricanes do that never pass. Hot searing foreign invisable, a punched hand drags me out, expelled onto the floor, movement of feebility unconsciously, tremored a last unasked breath, spent awash, in a small pool of blood between mums legs, blind...holed