powder

she was searching to find it

lost in the years

flipping back

through the almanac

over a decade

dark and dusty

dipped in the ashes

knocked clean out of the pipe

that she smoked

in the stairwell

so no one knew

she sifted through the grey powder

for the gun to fire

powder her heart

once more

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