Deadly Metaphor

Desire is a projectile,

a hot hollow point, riding a burst of lust.

Target engaged, it shreds protective layers,

splinters bone, tears a heart apart

as it tumbles and explodes,

igniting fires within another,

extending its own life in flesh.

With the safety always off,

cocked, loaded, hair trigger ready,

a street legal sniper

may squeeze one off for target practice;

another notch on the barrel,

another clay pigeon shattered.

It may start with a fire, a hot muzzle,

the hammer igniting the missile,

hitting an innocent bystander,

just grazing the target,

leaving only a flesh wound.

Sometimes it misfires, fails,

slowing, losing altitude

before it falls to the ground,

a spent bullet.

Sybilla

3/13/15 (Friday)

Artwork, "Portrait of a Man" by Mark Hobley