Straight Bourbon and Straight Razors

straight bourbon and straight razors,
wild happenstance in dark bars.

no words will calm the danger
that stalks her from afar.

there’s nothing god gave her
beyond what’s in her heart,

blood and bruises, not from anger
mark the spots that map the art

down the skin and streets of a stranger
where fate played a part
from the start.

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