Bolt Gun

The rising heat of a blistering cell, pulsating
Brass teeth that gnaw and grind
A collared neck that is raw
A woman alone holding a child
Playing unharmed and sweet
Fungus that evolves into the next type of species

Radiation silence
Aging man in a chair
Violence, mourning
Courage, resistance

Rupture the lungs
Bolt gun to the temple
Endless sips from my glass of water