Ceiling drips blood-stained secrets
Upon me
Fury rages like crematory fire
Bullet through skull
Piercing delicate brain
Pain without death
She had a bad aim
Played a worse game
Hurry! Shoot again
Before conscience comes
Before horrid shock dulls.
It was a dirty trick
Letting me live
Never knowing when she would
Pull that trigger and
Bring on the end.
Visiting my lover
Happy times I found
So close to the ground
Of my grave
I told her to shoot
Suddenly realizing he
Would never see me alive
After all this time
Rush of regret
No, don’t!
My words were slow
Like a movie of a person
With a piece of metal lodged
In her skull
Too late?
I’m gasping for dry air
Bubbles burst
The hole in my head
Bleeds red
Hair color, matted, stringy
Funny feelings
Living now
Is just not for me
Everything that happens
Simply has to be.