SelfPub: Hunter

If you pry you from my life,
the only nerve cells,
to drown out all the pills
mint and coffee and, Yes, chocolates,
to occupy the mind with work, puzzles,
and your profile remove bookmark
To forget.
It hurts damn! Tell me
how I learned to shoot so accurately,
on the hearts leaving a mark?
That is, holes. Traps and cages
under the snow are arranged clearly.
Yes, and fools, because they are not uncommon.
Alas.