Click

The black silence is broken only by the click of metal against the empty chamber. The cold, steel muzzle still pressed to my temple, with no conclusion. For God will not allow the destruction of his greatest creation.

I curse my creator, for it is he who has brought her into my world. Raging loudly, like an irresponsible fetus.

I pull her pillow closer which no longer  cradles her gentle head, nor sented of perfume and roses. But cold and stale with the aroma of rancid butter.

Beyond the window, where she once walked among the single grass, perking its ear to hear her sad story. Now empty, save the worrisome wind bringing the empty memories of lovers past.

-Johnny V