I try to tell myself it can all be better.
I can go on, wishing I’d find someone else like you.
I’m on my way, fear within each of our hearts.
My beating, pulsating heart, yours withering away.
You’re disappearing, why?
I’m no mind reader; I don’t know where you’re going.
You’re hurting, why?
I’m no magician; I can’t make it go away.
The clock ticks.
The phone rings.
The message machine gives off a loud beep.
And in the silence, my throat emits a scream.
I can’t take it anymore.
You’re gone; I wish for the same.
You’ve died; I can only hope for karma to catch up with me.
Then I realize it was because of my own actions.
“Oh, karma, just kill me now...” I mumble hopelessly.
Rocking back and forth upon the wooden panels.
“Get on your stomach and give me your wallet...” comes a voice.
‘Thank God.’ I think, doing as he says.
As I think about it, my mind racing as my eyes traced the barrel.
‘It really isn’t all that fun,’ I mumble quietly,
‘Staring down a loaded gun…’
And in an instant my wishes have been answered.
The trigger clicks.
The hammer locks.
The other man just smiles.
And in the silence, the barrel emits a scream.
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