Heatherlee Eldridge Poems
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Lately when asked, how are you I respond with words no longer living.
passion, romance, affection, acceptance
I am alive by choice at this point. I wonder often; if the gun that will unmake me is yet made, what baleful birth will bury me,
How many bullets, like a flock of blackbirds, will come carry my depression to its final bed.
Which photo will be used to water down my blood. Today I did not die and there is no god or law to thank the bullets missed my head,
and landed in another. Today I passed a mirror and did not see a body, instead a ...