Author: May Elizabeth PM
Collection 8 of poetry for Reaper. Rated T. I'm playing her version of Russian Roulette. Careful love, you won't always be the victor. It's time to reveal my hand and reap the rewards of risk. Betated by Isca.Rated: Fiction T - English - Suspense/Tragedy - Chapters: 3 - Words: 279 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 03-02-10 - Published: 01-16-10 - Status: Complete - id: 2764879
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She hands me the pistol:
the lamp's yellow light glints on the barrel.
My throat's scratchy as sandpaper,
pulse jackhammers in my neck,
and that rush is relentless.
The barrel spins:
of the chambers,
until it comes to a slow,
I stare back at her,
peering into those jungle-cat green eyes;
a nervous, but cocky grin
that spreads across her face.
My palms are sweaty as I cock the gun,
and place the tip at my right temple.
With frozen fingers, I pause,
and breathe deep before I pull the trigger...