She said she was an artist
******* on the barrel of a gun
Deep throated in her mouth
Maintaining that certain lack of gag reflex
That her boyfriends always loved
She let a sly smile escape her lush lips
As she lovingly caressed the trigger closed
Splattering brains, blood,
And other fragments of her mortality
On the canvas behind her crumpled body
This is her final work of art
Her final masterpiece
This is her goodbye