poetry

quit firing blanks…

your russian roulette
is packing blanks
and my heart is tired
of worthless games
load four bullets
into a smith and wesson 500
spin the chamber
point blank at my heart
and let’s see
if i’m one luck of the world
or if you can blow my heart
straight from my chest
leaving me as empty
as you are
-Joshua Ryan Stewart

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