exit wound by Dara Goodale

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[111 words]

the bullet missed my heart 
     by a millimeter  
any further    to the left
& I would have   died      
in the passenger seat of her car 
while she aimed for   soft tissue
     her    verbal viewfinder 
aligned perfectly     with my aorta

most days    I was held hostage
in her    high-caliber   silence    
     while she pressed its     cold 
barrel to my temple      muteness    
weaponized       designed to maim   
            the safety off

when we fought     she always chose 
whatever     did the most damage
        upon exit        her words   
loaded     into metal chamber 
     agents of      hollow-point      cruelty  
that exploded on impact     
&     tore merciless    through raw flesh    

I bled out     on synthetic leather
while she drove      too fast
       on the freeway.



Dara Goodale (they/she) is a Romanian-American lesbian, poet, and university student living in Lausanne, Switzerland. They write about mental health, grief, and identity. Their work has appeared or is forthcoming in Cleaver Magazine, Underbelly Press, The B’K, Thimble Literary Magazine, and The Passionfruit Review. You can find them on Instagram @daragoodale

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