Trigger Finger- Christine Ray

 

soft hand

in velvet glove

holding

still smoking gun

that triggered me

did not mean harm

and yet . . .

the hole

in my gut

leaks blood

dark crimson

that spreads

like spilled ink

it was a clean shot

through and through

that caught me unaware

crushed bone and

memory

create the outline

of my body

on hard cement floor

ignore the scene

of the crime

I am deft

at resurrecting

mopping

the mess

 

© 2018 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved

5 thoughts

  1. Only the guilty shooter knows what trigger they will strike.
    The innocent one does not foresee the wound.
    Does that make it hurt more or less?
    Does that matter in the mopping up?

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