our last bullet
held in the chamber
of the revolver
we hold between us,
straddling dining chairs
facing one another:
you spin the mechanism
into place, readying the roulette,
one last bullet –
is it for you or for me?
the stars, the skies
and the seas in between.
Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2020
Damn Kristi. . .
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💛💛💛 Thanks Christine
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