# A Bullet And A Rose

Author: NikoShepherd
Tags: Poetry

Sands of change run through my fingers, but no grain grasps. Souls heal as the skin; patched but its happening not forgotten. The cuts and contusions force nothing into my pattern. Only guilt and grief to which a cure for this is either of two. Times partial heal to the wound, or a bullet to shatter the cycle.

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/Jewo0vMe