like a bat out of hell
there was no dalliance
it was all a dream
how it seemed so real
by the time I woke up
I felt guilty as sin
you two are thick as thieves
the warden said
in that movie
or was it a Stephen King
short story
I awoke in a sweat
glock ticking on bed stand
safety all set
tick tick ticking away
tempting me to hit snooze
I didn’t feel lucky
having no idea how many
bullets if any
remained in the chamber
so I quietly backed away
and so there she had me
backed up against a wall
demanding all over again
what’s it going to be
what’s it going to be
september two thousand eighteen
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I love this. The ending has me grinning. 🙂
Thank you so much, Shawna.
Sometimes there is simply no good end… the glock ticking is a menacing thing.
If only the world was a less violent place.
damn! glock/clock metaphor the snooze of eternity. another great one.
I’m happy you think so, Margaret ~ thank you very much!