Frankie Quinn with a poem from his expansive body of work.
Bullet
Bullet
Slice, slick, shape cut deep, air burst
Spiral, twisted point to pain, copper
Flacked jacket deep in shattered bone
♞♜♝
Mouth let smoke assist to open wound
With hopeless vision of soft hollowed stare
Halted, gasp, flashed bright in darkness
♞♜♝
Snarled, whistle, clashed with sound,
Convulsed shape splashed on red washed ground
bold, streaks, none in line. Ending time
⏩ Frankie Quinn is a former republican prisoner who is now a community activist. He is the author of Open Gates, a book of poetry.
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