Innocent and beautiful
harmless, and yet
rather than metal
full of hate
While the fingers that held it
full of despair
It rolled across his palm
Its metallic surface
reflecting the tears on his neck
Their wetness
magnifying the pain under it
He reached for the revolver
let the hate flow from his hand
to its home
A game?
With a spin, he closed it
He felt the cold brush his cheek
His heart raced, his eyes closed
1 of 6
1 of 6
1 of 6
Click
His heart, his lungs
had never worked faster
His mind
had never worked slower
He checked the gun
he closed it
No spin, no game
His eyes closed
he willed his fingers to move
His