I am no longer an Empty wrapper
Wadded so tightly as to be packed into a chamber
Simply ammo
Unable to affect my own trajectory
Fired across the glistening wet night
Through air, hot and slippery
Lodged in a target
Not of my own choosing
Residing there
Until removed with forceps
Scooped and left in a bloody pan
Slowly unfurling
Rinsed and disinfected
I am repurposed
Filled with fragrant candy
Rose flavored
Hard crack and crystal clear
Trimmed up with pinking shears
Tied with pink twine
Arranged on a covered crystal charger
In a pleasant pyramidal arrangement
K.B. Silver
About the Creator
K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
Keep reading
More stories from K.B. Silver and writers in Poets and other communities.
CH 20~ Party Down
Argento’s ninth (eighteenth in earth years) Birthday came and went Thursday, the thirteenth, and he’d already received his father’s gift, if you could call it that. You had to commit a fairly serious infraction to be cut off; the Arch-Baron was keeping up appearances and maintaining his own reputation as much as any sense of love or attachment to Argento with his “gift.”
By K.B. Silver Exclusive • 5 days ago
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.