bang, bang

i was five and he was six

we threw punches

and maimed each other’s faces

for the hell of it

he kicked my side

and i split his lip

he’d throw a glare

while i’d grin prettily

and kick his shins

bang, bang

he was shot down

bang, bang

the rapport resounded

blocks all around

bang, bang

that awful clanging, jarring sound

bang, bang

my baby shot him down.

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Author: gerbilette

Write, edit, be. Write, love, poetry.

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