It's Called A Trigger, Darling.

Shoot me darling

Your voice was

Patronising

To the point of becoming

Your death sentence.

With a wave of your

Pale ringed hand

You dismissed

My accusations,

Your movements

Personifying boredom.

 

Shoot me darling

It was just a laugh

I wished with all my

Heart

That I could,

My fingers curling

Around an

Invisible trigger

As my fists clenched.

 

Shoot me darling

Just go ahead and shoot me.

It’s not as though

I did anything wrong.

Can’t a girl

Have a bit of fun

These days?

 

When I came to call

That day

You looked all surprised

 

Darling, what is that?

Why have you got that?

Darling?

 

It’s called a trigger Darling.

 

You can’t…

You wouldn’t…

 

Shoot me darling.

Can’t a girl

Have a bit of fun

These days?

 

Reviews

[Eira Anchor]

i like the title of this one. It's sounds serious and carefree at the same time. intriguing

[Beatrice Mars]

ooohh i love it, so much to read in to....
Personifying boredom.
love it!