point blank

care … your last concern … sixteen times you said it repetition as your testament to love nearly a full clip emptied straight as ballistics into my chest with your most saccharine sexy drawl … but you saved just one - left that last “I love you” in the chamber for bitter Hollywood endings … you think I didn’t notice? I’ve seen you unload before on your other hapless fools - bam-bam-bam!! hollow-point heartache cold and clean puffing away the barrel smoke with those raspberry bows pouted plump, ?then … a coquette smile … while those drooling chumps kept bowing and begging like you’ve done them a favor - ‘here’s your heart, what’s your hurry?’ but, just one thing: I saw the draw - knew it was coming so those pseudo-passionate little shells had no powder in them - no primer blanks well-aimed and fired are still blank - impotent … useless oh, you made a raucous noise, customarily but I didn’t feel a thing, love and no wounds to lick, thank you a few scars, perhaps but those were inflicted and mended long before ‘You’ by women of true mettle and motive who knew the proper physics of annihilation and wasted no blood on it - mine OR collateral … so, holster your weapon, sweetheart find yourself a more tender flesh to sunder and a bigger, softer target that may actually … care. Copyright © October 8, 2024 Gregory Richard Barden