Russian Roulette with the Queen of Hearts
It was a classic game of Russian Roulette
but for the target beneath the revolver’s barrel
she held it
.44 Smith & Wesson, shiny and cold
to his heart
and she smiled when she pulled the trigger
Click
A dry sound, that may as well have been the shattering thunder
he could do nothing. She leaned over,
gracing him with a kiss,
a sweet kiss that held every promise
from lips that would never be his
Click
She laughed at his torment
He closed his eyes and hoped for the end
She touched him then, she pressed herself against him
and he felt the warmth of her melt through her dress
Click
The barrel pressed to his heart
She felt its feeble flutter and she looked into his eyes
Like so many times before
she saw his pleading, his asking, his words
But this was her game
Bang.
January 30th, 2008 at 8:51 am
LoL, well that guy had rotten luck. From my own experience back in 2006, my guardian angel was on my side, which turned out to be a very good thing.
In my case it was a .357 magnum loaded with one hollow point, i bought the gun from a friend of whom i lied to saying that someone tried to break into my house. I was at the bottom of the abyss, praying for the angel of death to take me. Parked in the Cebu pacific parking lot in Bacolod city, just after i got back from Dumaguete (where i broke down and cried in front of 3 friends for the first time in my life; one of which runs this blog)
It is a really (how should i say…) a liberating feeling knowing that in the next second or so all of my heartaches and problems would not matter anymore. I spinned the chamber, took what i thought would be my last breath and pulled the trigger. Time seems to stop and the sound of hammer hitting nothing echoed in my mind like a thunderclap, i spinned the chamber again… “click!” my hands were trembling with both fear and anticipation… i put the gun down on the passenger’s seat of “Jenny” my ford ranger… I thought, “one last time, if it still dosn’t work I’ll take it as a message from God that i have a task to fulfill before i leave this world”. I pick up the piece once more, pressed it to my right temple, smiled; so when they find my body they would know that i was happy to be released form this world. Click once more… Now i was thinking, to just make sure the gun goes off the next time. Then my Phone rings, its my best friend since 2nd grade, he heard of what happened in Dumaguete and called me over to have a few beers. (i never told him, but he did kinda save my life)So i put the gun under my seat and drove to his place, we drank 12 liters of beer in the back of my truck than night as i told over and over again (like a broken record) what happened in Dumaguete. After that i spent several months at my Kinfolk’s place in iloilo, drunk and high off my ass for days on end.
I was about to go back to Dumaguete on the first week of January after i got back from iloilo to fill up m*g*y and i*e*e’s bodies with shrapnel. I knew about thier “afternoon naps” and my friends from the gym were more than happy to follow them around, they even offered to “soften” m*g*y up. But God saved me once more, when he made my brother crashed my beloved “Jenny” taking away the only means for me to transport the bodies and bury them on my Grandmother’s farm…
I would have made one cold blooded killer, but God had better plans for me. He stopped me, so i can be where i am now, and so that those two could live their miserable lives and find out in the end that they never amounted to anything… God showed me that these people weren’t worth it, i had bigger fish to fry.
Nice story huh??? Of course this is completely fictional… OR IS IT??? Either way, i believe in God and that he does in fact work in mysterious ways.
January 30th, 2008 at 5:19 pm
I don’t need to add any more words to that Mike.
February 24th, 2008 at 9:36 am
i like this. i think this is the first poem of yours that i actually genuinely like. mmmm.
February 24th, 2008 at 9:28 pm
Lol thanks Samantha