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Words written on a piece of paper, scribbled into oblivion

That pretty little pistol
packed away in the black case,
with the silver bullet
tucked away in the chamber.
Click, click...goes the clock.
Waiting for the right moment,
The rain is pit pit pattering
against the broken window,
she sighs
and goes by the broken chair
She runs her fingers over
the black case...
her savior.
She looks at the cross,
hanging above her bed
and shakes her head.
Candles illuminate her
wrinkles, the scars
of yesterday, and the bleak
hope that tomorrow just won't come.
A bottle of pills, spilled
on th carpet, crunch under her feet
stumble stumble stumbling towards
the door...
Jack Daniels on her breath
and the scent of the Marlboro man
clings to her clothes.
She smells like dispair.
The old record player sings
a sad tune of a lover lost,
a life wasted and opportunities
none.
With liquid courage through her veins
she walks against the cool night air
and stands beneath the moon and the stars.
Shes smiles...
cocks the gun
and the expolsion cuts through the silence.
bloody, bloody Tuesday...
Sad pathetic Wednesday
Thursdays of strife and fear
but this Friday
it was a party
and she was laid to rest.

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  • oikevois baby silver member
    May 13
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    beautiful. dark, yet strangely errie. well done

    Mylee


  • Catatonia gold member
    May 9

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    Excellent!

    I really enjoyed the grittiness of this piece! it reaked of darkness, and told such a story that you couldn't help but be swallowed whole by it's rythm. Damn good write! WRITE ON!


  • Blooming Poet Greeters member
    March 3

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    AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
    I am scared, excuse me while I go quiver in the corner like a meth addict in fear.
    *I'm okay*
    *really I am*
    Great poem thanks for sharing and scraing the daylights out of me. *quiver*

    • hear her breathe gold member
      March 3
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      lmao. I'm sorry, isn't that a great reason to never do drugs!!! I can honestly and happily say I've never done drugs!! This is just all from my crazy mind!!! Thanks for getting my muse to work!!

      Beautiful