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.
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