LXVIII.

tonight
I kissed a smoking barrel

I became the silencer
for the hired gun sent by fate and scheming
lips curved to its cylindrical head
a gag reflex — metal gnashed against my teeth
the tips of my tongue sore with inflammation

they became more rouge now
roughened by the coming of blood
and I sucked at the smoke
welcoming the whispers of cold nothings into my mouth —

the night shone black and
I but graced the concept of Death
shaking knees danced on the parameters
of Russian Roulette —

I kissed a smoking barrel
for you
hoping, that this time
I might taste the bullet.

Oct. 13 2012
Via thewritersaddress
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