Turbulence played us once more-
As she impaled our possibilities-
So be it, my heart sighed-
For our frustrations of each ~ like lava~
Offering her breakfast on China-
Her arms folded tightly in denial-
Sitting it beside her I depart-
Five steps, it sails past my head-
“I’m certainly glad you can shoot-
Better than you throw?”
“Vaya al infierno!”
Her favored response ~ once again~
Thus, my decision was made-
On that cool autumn morning-
The fog lifting from my mind-
As my heart swallowed oblivion-
Packing my two bags in slow haste-
Upon the end of our bed-
A bed of memories ~ cherished~
Zipping the bags, my lights flick out-
Awakening upon my stomach-
Discovering wrists tied to my ankles-
Behind me-
Trussed up like a rodeo steer-
Attempting to roll on my side-
Felt cold steel upon my temple-
And a colder stare ~ from Consuela~
Her eyes half closed, sweet smile gone-
As she cocked the trigger-
She bent down and whispered in my ear-
You either leave this way-
Or my way-
“And pray tell darlin sweetness-“
What is your way?
As it appears you have the upper hand-
For now-“
Moving in closer she exclaimed;
“Bastard!” You might find this way easier!”
Smelling the gun oil, I replied; “Try me-
Or pull the trigger dear”
“Oh, you deserve to be killed-
Or so I thought many times-
But not by a bullet-
When I can do it so much slower“
"Consider marrying me?"
Quickly calculating that was a choice-
One could live with- ~ I reply ~
“Sure, por que no?”
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