Click.

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Click, click; bang, bang

Pull the trigger on your fake feelings

Watch the bullet fly across the room,

Gathering up the pain you caused me,

Combing through the smoke and mirrors of your truth

Moulding into a perfect storm,

Waiting on the perfect moment

When it shreds your weak heart

Into nothing more than crumbled pieces of regret

Making your blood splatter across the room

Look, I think I just created a Picasso.

Click, click, bang, bang.

Did you forget I own a weapon?

Fumbling over your promises,

Pray my next bullet struck your forehead,

Watch it cracks open your skull

Hope the metal erodes your head

And your blood ceases to flow,

so your every thought is a cry for help

your veins scream for redemption

Click, click; bang, bang.

Unlike you, my weapon is a silent prayer for your happiness.

Poetry by Amogelang Lekwadu.

Photo by Glen Mog

Artwork by Eshinelokunwasiu

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