Russian Roulette
Russian Roulette
The last thing I remember
Is a deathly silence,
And a soft click
Into the still night air.
The cold metal against
My temple,
My blood running hot,
Thudding in my chest,
My hair blowing freely
And prickling my back.
The last thing I remember
Is the unsteadiness of my feet,
My grip on the trigger,
My eyes softly blinking,
And the smile on his face.
His half closed eyes,
His mouth slightly open,
His head leaning sideways,
Far from the certainty of death.
The last thing I remember
Is smiling back,
And blowing a kiss.
Death seemed an unnatural
Possibility,
Far from our warm bodies,
With our vodka shields,
And our red poker chips
Scattered on the tablecloth,
And the tingle of our last
Drunken kiss
Still so fresh upon our lips.
The last things I remember
Are his eyes,
And his lips,
And his hands,
And his hair
Falling over his face
As he looked at my bravado,
So sure that in no time
I would be back in his arms.
We would sleep under the moon,
And watch the sunrise
In the prime of our lives,
Lying in the sand
Under a night sky
Littered with luminous stars.
The last thing I remember
Is watching his face,
Pulling the trigger,
And losing all thought.
horrific. Gives me goosebumps. I love the images. Awesome.
9/10
scary! I got the feeling of being in an alternate dimension while reading it, like a crazy person. The fact that both of them are smiling is chilling. I wud never wanna know these two characters in real life :S
they’re just young, crazy, and drunk. i, too wish they knew better.