Russian Roulette Poem by Patrick Tincher
Russian Roulette
I slide a round into the chamber
Spin the chamber round and round
In a game of twisted fun
Cold steel feels smooth against my temple
The revolver clicks as I pull the hammer
Cocked and ready to fire
Slowly I pull the trigger
Sweat gleams on my furrowed brow
Blam the gun fires
Butterflies flutter from my skull
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: fun
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