death by rubber band gun

this is about hating my great uncle and hating myself

death by rubber band gun

my great uncle has one of those
fake pistols that shoot rubber bands or something
i found it in his art studio
i wondered what it would be like to point a gun
at someone else
but especially myself
so i pressed the gun against my temple and
felt the cool metal and
pulled the trigger
nothing happened because it wasn’t a real gun but still
i wish
it went BANG like it did in my head