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My love for her
the first shot rings out
and the entire scene flows
as if mollasses is the medium
through which the bullet is traveling.
realities are shattered
instantaneously
all i can see is the weapon,
the missile, and its destination
and I cry out.
I am nothing
A spectator of these events
from a far away land.
and the second shot is fired.
like the first it shatters sound and space
and though the first hasn't yet arrived
the third and forth are let loose
and now there is nothing
but a bloody mess
all over the tub and bathroom floor.
yes we are alone
and I am holding the gun
but I didn't kill my wife
love did.
stream of consciousness
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