Whats it like to die? I ask, looking at the small green shell. The instrument strewn across my lap. My fingers lightly touch the cold metal. The barrel open, the shell goes in smoothly, a custom made fit. The metallic taste flows over my tongue as I run my fingers along the side before coming to a stop on where it needs to be. Whats it like to die? I think to myself as my eyes shut. Guess Ill find out.
Posted on: Mon, 25 Aug 2014 00:32:26 +0000
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