gun pressed to your forehead.
cold, cold metal against red hot skin. tears and ichor flow from your eyes.
lips are chapped, broken and bleeding. a sob erupts from them.
crack.
in the softest voice, conjured from your bruised throat,
"kill me."
you swallow.
"i can't fucking breathe."
your eyes. flowers of silk and madness. reflected in them i see myself.
startled, i see we are the same.
i shoot.
we are both dead.
