Russian Roulette Some things in life you just never forget She’s one of them things he couldn’t put to rest Heart crushed Busted chest Bruised and fell Drunk as hell He wanted it all to be a fable As he slammed the half drank bottle of tequila down on the old table Straightened up the best that he could At the sound of her footsteps hitting the wood Arms fold She stopped at the dusty threshold Estranged He stumbled Rearranged The chair She sat there He straighten out his hand Pulled a gun from his waistband She attempted to take a stand One man band She was at his command Shakin fingertips glide across the steel he’s keepin Eyes filled with traces of when he was weepin Her potion of devotion She left to share with another Audi Locomotion He witnessed her spreading it thick all over him Like sweet smellin lotion She came to get her things Wheels in motion She didn’t want no commotion Longed to be independent from him Free as the ocean The tip of the bullet shined Sparkled like crystal Slowly he entered it into his pistol All the while remaining calm He slid away his tears with his palm The two of them alone He whispered in his best baritone The table has been set Me and you gonna play a game of Russian roulette Immediately her body felt weak So much so that she couldn’t speak With a slow kiss on her cheek He eased up her seat Hmm, now this gonna be sweet Close to her ear As if he had a probe Gently he licked slightly sucking on her earlobe With beads of sweat resting on her brow Within she insist Lord please not like this Desperate to bow I don’t want to die Not now Absorbed in sorrow She prayed for a tomorrow Traumatized She closed her eyes Turned her head as she heard the keeyp of a sparrow Then quickly looked at him spinnin the gun’s barrel Peril Bloody Not sterile Visions of a hearse Ladies’ first He slid the gun in her direction Lost of complexion One last try at redemption Pleading her case about her imperfection How she wanted his affection Glancing down hoping for an erection He stood up Interjection Shutting her down Disconnection He pulled the trigger No protection Not a dream She let out a scream Evil beamed Youre yet on the winning team Thoroughbred He placed the gun up to his head Showered In gunpowder He put his own head to bed Splattered Painted the room red 911 What’s the urgency? She cleared her throat There’s an emergency She said Someone is dead Free from upset She wiped away his blood mixed with her sweat As she stared at his lifeless silhouette Grabbed a cigarette Her voice as smooth as a clarinet His cause of death Russian Roulette An excerpt from Unprecedented Melodious Words of Ajee Da Poet Vol. 2 © 2014 Shelley Fowler
Posted on: Wed, 16 Jul 2014 18:08:17 +0000
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