A killer look

You’re sat on my lap
and a man with leather tight skin
has a shotgun in the mouth
of a man with chin stubble.
You don’t even flinch.
Your limbs relax
into the soft of my stomach
as your bullet eyes shoot
across the eight inches they can see,
stealing all my oxygen.

© Carl Burkitt 2020

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