Sonnet #81

“You’re in the way”   said the bullet

“This is my path”     “Sorry,” said the wound
“Why did you get       in my way?” “I don’t
know. I was just          standing here, if you believe it”
“I don’t. Now there’s      all this blood. It’s your
fault.” “I’m sorry,”      said the wound. “I
Never meant to      hurt you.” “I’m dented! My
head hurts. It’s all      bent out of shape!” “Poor
You. Poor, poor you’      said the wound. “Bones
inside me cut you up. I      apologize for that, too.”
“You should be sorry! I’m      ruined! I’m a stone
Now. I used to be a bullet.      I was flying through!”
“I’ve never flown. I am only      a little wound.
I have made such a bloody mess of things, ruined you.”
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