handgun

isnt it chilling,

knowing my entire life,

rest upon my right index finger?

just apply a little pressure,

and in a split second,

lead is ignited,

then hurled through a tunnel of steel,

finally exiting,

a biological

crimson

crater.

Reviews

[Moonflower]

"a biological crimson crater"...fantastic.

I love how this plays out like an after thought. As if you're cradling the gun in your hand as you write..

[Alicia Schroeder]

Ouch!! that's deep, great write