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You would kill them, slowly.
Every slug on the wet sidewalk, a silent victim
to your salt revolver
and I would say nothing.

I would never stand up to you,
my voice cowering in its box.

Maybe I was terrified, a slug myself
or maybe I liked to watch things die as well.

But that would make me a murderer
and I don’t think I am ready.
Not yet.
Not now.

So I took several quiet minutes to gather my voice from the cobwebs
and when I opened my chapped lips to tell you

you cut me off at the knees.

-D.E.M