love in the middle of a firefight

the man is only twenty years— Cho Siu (1946)

old when the thing hits him
like a bullet
causing a disruption cone
that builds
as yawing begins at a tissue depth

of nine centimetres
the thing that hits him
like a bullet
is full-metal-jacketed boat-tailed
a copper-plated steel coat

steel core and lead
not a metaphor of love
just a chunk of metal
like love its purpose

profound disruption
of tissue
not necessarily death
but a wholesale tearing apart
of the interior

all his torso a latent hole
not gaping
but frowning

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