What

Your room smells like blood
Salty and metallic

I can never see it

No matter how many times

I ask.

I know I’m being pushy,

But what do you expect?

Your scars are the only thing

That keeps me here.

I want to kill me and you.

The witnesses, too.

End both our pain

With a final trigger.

Lock the door.

Shut the blinds.

Ease our minds.
I get the gear

And walk in.

You’re doing my job for me.

No.

What have I done?

I made you this way

Ironic, a pun.

Shoot the gun

With a gun.

The warm embrace

A sunny place

Just another reason

To finish the job.