I picture it
she holding the
handgun
to my temple
her finger with polished nail
twitching on the
trigger
and me cringing
waiting for the bang
and my brain
splattered across the pavement
and it is all my own
damn fault
insisting on sending
that text message on her birthday
though I think of how
much worse it might
have been
had I actually sent the cards
physical evidence
leading to my execution
or at best the bushwacking
one more cease order I need to obey
and will I hope
finally getting it through my thick head
she has no use for me
in her life
It was a mistake
a foolish side trip on a trip to the top
not really needed or
wanted
in these days
an annoying perhaps even an obstacle
between her and what
she wants
and I feel the cold
metal of the gun
at my head and she telling me
behave or else
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