Ballistic Therapy

Dark scales sloughing off
the edge of my skull
Bloody remnants of the cold
hard steel you used to bash
through bone and brain matter
"I love you" the words that
came from your lying tongue  

Pressed against pink stucco
my face pitted scratched with
bits of gravel  

The easy way is your choice
 barrel pressed against the
back of my head as you cock  
your weapon  
Surprised--? as I take the barrell
holding  it to my forehead  "
 "look me in the eye" I say as
  you whipped my brains with
 its butt  

Blood pooling in the sand  
around my feet  
I feel like running  
As I begin to float  
Watching , falling  
back into myself I  see  blood
dripping  off my forehead  

I'm not afraid to die  
Written by Valeriyabeyond (Dhyana)
Author's Note
True story
Chicken shit controlling malignant narcissistic people piss me off
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