Stray Bullet

 

After crossing the living room,

the library,

the long hallway

and the picture that holds us on a trip to the River Alkalb,

then passing the automatic washing machine,

and my mother, exhausted

despite the automatic washing machine,

it bends its trajectory with the force of gravity,

finally rests at the back of my head

and

kills you.

 

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