sitting in this room playing russian roulette -
the tape recorder crackled.
my spine tingled.
my hand shook.
i timidly pressed my index finger
against the rusted trigger.
my bloody eyes squeezed tightly shut.
my tears were tinged with red,
gleaming in the dark.
"sorry."
- finger on the trigger to my dear juliet.
YOU ARE READING
the remains
Poetryspontaneous poetry written while overcoming some of life's many obstacles. ❝i cried tears you'll never see, so fuck you. you can go cry me an ocean and leave me be.❞ ▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁ COLLECTION NO.1 #125 in poetry © wraiths™ 2015
