The Solder Who Fell In Love With Her Gun

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20059
United States
38° 55' 18.4008" N, 77° 1' 11.0748" W

I don’t believe in love at first sight
Matter of fact when I saw you I hated you
All the people you disposed of as if it was some sort of game
Long and slender, but I could see the power behind your fingers I could sense the protection, when I held you..
I love you and I don’t care who objects to that, it’s true I love you
Our love is beautiful, and hard Like two metal flowers tangled in the wind
I love when we hug suicide plays the drums with my spine
It’s not healthy for me to love you this way
You remind me of shrapnel wounded victims hitting the ground like a terrified heart beat
I didn’t know it was real until death came and kissed my suicidal thoughts
I didn’t know it was real until
The best chance I had of looking at the moon was crescent blood stains on the earth from dying soldiers
The closes I’ve been to church were whisper prayers of those spitting out lungs in hopes their last breath wouldn’t be polluted with gun powder
We went to the opera on our first date I never realized how musical it was to hear grown men cry In the nightmares in your sleep
The note in their moans were like an expressionism to death
Simultaneous crescendo were the only thing that let me know I was still alive
There was something sweet in the coda of their last breath
I held you that night like God existed in your trigger
And the bullets you held were my 9 lives, that if I died for my country God would give me a second chance
I am in love with my gun
The only warm thing I have in this desert
The last sparkle in my eye Is hidden in the barrel of your neck, So when I am ordered to fire my target will visit the only thing I have that slightly resembles innocence
Here fresh ambitions rotten with lost hearts and minds that are cradled by death himself My friends said I could count on them when I returned But I’ve never known people that can mend broken glass
Especially when these edges hold the smell of death
I’ve found my home in this gun I sleep with my finger on the trigger
what a sad woman I have become
Sometimes I tell the demons in my dreams to pull my finger
And end this nightmare
Make love to me
Let me wrap my finger around your navel
Kiss my temple soft and passionate
Until I blow this taboo love affair out of my mind.
On my autopsy they wrote the sergeant that fell in love with her gun

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