NaPoWriMo: Day 2

toe chunk gone:
smells like pizza now
every day [every day]
until it scabs up
a helmet– [A HELMET]

bounce off, infection!

like bullets
across the grey sky
traveling, [traveling, traveling, traveling, traveling]
consummate servants;
happiness [happinessssssss]
means target’s been hit.

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Author: Aidan Badinger

Wharved.com I am a poet. I write poems. Titles and subjects and subsequent readership are all part of one fragmented figment of our universe, and it's nice that we take it so seriously. Hopefully the craft remains and grows stronger for our children.

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