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Word water balloons

At an art gallery,

You force passions

To mix and wrestle

Their liquid wills.

Your bullets burst,

Stain, and slide down

Glorified fruit,

Landscapes, and skin.

They are

Your tears

As you fend

For yourself.

white window blinds,

thirty-some sideways prison bars,

cover his eyes and mouth

with slanted shadows,

see no evil, speak no evil

the dark spaces taunt

as the air rushing in

between each long plastic finger

stings his eyes

and makes him breathe

in gasps and mumbles

Tears flow backward,

Drowning dreams

In salty,

Shark infested waters.

Every wound inside

Burns as the

Warm briny waves

Rush in.