Trigger
cold triggers my only resting
been my only friend
held me too close for comfort
until i reached the end
whispered in my thoughts
played games within my head
convinced me of my downfall
said i should be dead
told me id need bullets
but i ended up with one
placed into position
cocked and turned the gun
trigger in my hand
playing rusian roulette
finally went off
to pass my only test.
Copyright © Andrea Ashton | Year Posted 2007
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