"Infatuation"
The barrel of a .22 revolver
sleek, black, beautiful
the gun lays untouched
on the kitchen table
the anticipation
of the impending doom
that lies now at her feet
butterflies in her stomach
she gets up and goes to the window
her face gaunt, her eyes afire
she gets up slowly
and retrieves the gun
caressing it like a lover
she hears a voice inside urging her
"you know what you must do,"
she smiles as she puts the last bullet
into the chamber
and puts the .22 to her head
her hands are sweaty
her mouth parched
anticipating the moment
as the inevitable must
come to pass
she gently pulls the trigger
aching for the world to fade away
as thunder rings into her ears
sirens blare in the distance
her infatuation has come full circle.
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
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