Saturday 3 December 2011

Gone


I grip your throat
Hold the cold steel to your skull
See life pulsing on your temple
Beads of sweat on your forehead
My finger twitching on the trigger
I salivate
Sweat on my palms
My heart beats fast, faster, so fast
My throat pounds
My finger twitches
Your pupils dilate
You shudder in terror
I tighten my grip
Put this weapon in your mouth
You wince
You squeal
My finger twitching (pull the trigger)
Motionless
You fall
Gone

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