Poem: Trigger Finger

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A trigger finger

on a pen

blowing out

my brains again

A blank canvas

washed in

strokes of red

paints a picture

of all the madness

in my head

A trigger finger

against her skin

can kill her with

just one touch

And all her tales

the pictures to come

will all be tainted

by her own blood

A trigger finger

to build this house

will build it just

to blow it down

Now all the life

I see and touch

is murdered by

my hands like guns

So I aim this finger

into my mind

I pull the trigger

then I write