all-the-bad-dreams
c.
sharpshooter
take a gun, and point
it to my face leaving traces
of desolation and debris
oh deer, darling, daring at the hunting-ground
watering doe eyes blooming scarlet
starlet, now her eyes water at flashing white
black ticks on sterile canvas leap of faith into darkness
dots and dashes upon batting eyelashes, coy
wishes of Morse
morsels, delectable dosages to be had,
marvellous Morpheus dreams
of drowning.
love, Charlotte