Don’t fuck around–
take your finger off my trigger,
or smoke me.
Gun smoke, black
smoke, black as my guts.
Take your finger off my trigger.
Gun Smoke, Black
Published by Kindra M. Austin
Author of fiction, poetry, and very sweary social commentary. Editor, and co-founder of Indie Blu(e) Publishing. Co-founder of Blood Into Ink, and Heretics, Lovers, and Madmen. View more posts
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Reblogged this on Secret First Draft: A Site of the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective and commented:
A punch from Kindra Austin
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Oh, my gosh! Thank you so much! 😊
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This is so badass
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Thank you so much!
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Oh my.
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Thank you. 😊
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Always. 😊
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Oh, wow! Thank you!!!
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my pleasure it’s a really cool write!
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