Weapons by Jason Melvin
How a teenage girl can swing a fuck
A sword, cutting down enemies
Gathering adversaries, those too afraid to spit it out
Adoration, for ones brave enough
Mom and Dad throw an are you sure?
Straight at your face, you duck, it sails by
But you weren’t that sure – you thought
It hit the wall behind you, it hit you square-in the chest
How sorry can be a punch with no glove
Knuckles in the mouth, what you were searching for
All lies exhausted, thoughts of doubt tapped, only thing left
Still split your lip, cracked a few teeth
“I wish I could remember why I trashed this one, I’ve thought about it often but never submitted it. A little cliché maybe but that has never stopped me before.”
Jason Melvin (he/him) writes words and takes pictures from Western Pennsylvania. His first chapbook of poetry, Wrong Things, is out from Bullshit Lit. You can find his published work at jasonmelvinwords.weebly.com or connect on Twitter @Jason5Melvin or IG @JasonMelvin5