Terror

[AndyBryant123]

Terror

You're just afraid is all,

that between the lines
of flapping white linens 
hung to dry
a noon sun asserts a light
immune to reproach.

I see you squinting. 

What you gonna do
now that black is bulletproof           I really like this stanza, the rhyme scheme gives it a really cool feel.
and ricochets sound
all around you?

Get the bourbon
from the gun closet
and pour it on the wounds?