Proof.A Poem by shanemusic
She sleeps with an unloaded gun pressed to her forehead.
It’s the only thing that calms him enough to close his eyes.
She doesn’t want to admit that it’s psychotic and dangerous. He loves the way the cold circle kisses him to sleep. She loves the way it fits into her hand and doesn’t let go. He’s afraid that he’ll want more and load a bullet. She’s afraid that she’ll want more and pull the trigger. I suppose the only way to prove you’re alive is to die. © 2012 shanemusicReviews
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Added on June 23, 2012Last Updated on August 12, 2012 Author
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