reminds me that i am
back where i never wanted to be...
a familiar scent or the
lack of it says the last visit hadn't been pleasant.
not at all.
the curtains fall from the faces.
there is a hard marble pallor
in their cheeks.
i like to pretend that they only resemble
the ones i love.
the clock ticks away and the
shiny metal barrel grins at me.
i will die by the hand of its child.
i look at their faces
as the seconds run by.
nine...eight...seven ...six
do you regret it?
five...four...three...two...
the world crashes down as realization dawns.
one.
1 comment:
nice to see you writing again, and this is beautiful.
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