Contrive

I have a big gun!

With one hole!
One bullet!
One trigger!

The wound is pierced and punctured
The bleeding never ends.

Only I hold control!

I've made my decision
and let the bullet
sink in

Now all is lost

Drown this sound
Forget this memory
My casket will

soon be burned

Goodnight! Forever shall
I sleep

Fiction Collection 2003
©Bobby Ruelas