Jan 2012
I
come
stumbling,
slowly finding.
I finally hear her,
calling seductively
from the bedside table,
wearing the form fitting
black dress that I gifted her.
But now she gives a gift to me.
A way to let go of the weight.
Tempting me far too much
to simply deliver "no."
She's an old friend.
We now rejoin.
This is how
I imagine
eating
my
gun.
come
stumbling,
slowly finding.
I finally hear her,
calling seductively
from the bedside table,
wearing the form fitting
black dress that I gifted her.
But now she gives a gift to me.
A way to let go of the weight.
Tempting me far too much
to simply deliver "no."
She's an old friend.
We now rejoin.
This is how
I imagine
eating
my
gun.
To clarify, no I am not planning on committing suicide. I heard the phrase "eating my gun" the other day on a TV show and I've been mulling it over for a while now. I decided it would be interesting to channel my own experiences and attempt to reach that mindset, and this is the result.
