A Black Cat Moment

You see,

I have one more

bullet

left.

It just sits

waiting

alone

in its last

chamber.

It has a name;

it’s called

Rejection.

You died once;

I killed you.

But

if you’ve been

planning

to

resurrect

in your newly found flesh,

just

to

come

my

way,

that last sound you’ll hear

was

from the one

last-blast pulled trigger

firing

I do.