caught a slug from the green bullet
as blood vessels rush to the surface
of tired eyeballs
which sit atop
a mountain of wrinkly black trash bags
he coughs up everything but his blood
blood which visits every *****
every muscle
every hiding place
bringing the body quaking
rips of sad clown laughter
tearing through strained necks
and tears
the monologue is off the leash
echoing down hallway after hallway
finding an empty abandoned room
to hole up in and wait for respite
the green bullet
which he loaded himself