when i write poetry, i am stumbling blind and i do not know where my mark is going to land,

whether my next step will lead me off a cliff and to the churning water below, or through the gates of -

what? what is there, exactly?

my bullet should land somewhere, but my aim is terrible and it probably is just going to ricochet and puncture a hole in my heart.

there's monsters in the dark with much more dangerous weapons than i have.

i suppose it says a lot that i compare writing

to death.