Saturday 28 December 2013

Gone



I grip your throat

Hold the cold steel to your skull

See life pulsing on your temple

Beads of sweat on your forehead

My finger twitching on the trigger

I salivate

Sweat on my palms

My heart beats fast, faster, so fast

My throat pounds

My finger twitches

Your pupils dilate

You shudder in terror

I tighten my grip

Put this weapon in your mouth

You wince

You squeal

My finger twitching (pull the trigger)

Motionless

You fall
 
Gone


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