Last Kiss

bySunrockSin©

 

Your crosshairs
tickle my neck,
as I prepare
for the impact.

My ears scream
for a clue,
but I will be dead
before I hear you.

I feel the heat
from your muzzle,
smell the acrid smoke
of your fragrance.

And I wonder which
thought will be my last
as the bullet explodes
into my brain.

The screaming sound:
liquid consciousness
splatters the wall
as your lips leave mine.

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