You walked in on me turning the gun over silently in my hands.
'What do you think you're doing,?!' you hissed between clenched teeth and as I jumped it clattered to the floor in a flash of metal..
You pointed at the door and I lowered my eyes but didn't ask 'why not?'
Instead walked away with my fists shoved deep in my pockets.
I heard a smooth click and whipped around just as you caulked the gun and took your aim…
(I bet you're still kicking yourself for missing my heart)
Friday, July 6, 2007
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