Holstered in darkness,
his words revolve in my listless mind
like bullets in a chamber.
He never knows
when his fire hits me,
but this shot lodged between my ribs,
stole away my breath and
ripped clean through.
I clamber to keep the copper teardrops
from piercing flesh, from sinking in.
The residue on his hands,
and he just lies there, motionless,
breath muzzled soft and
hair in wisps like gun smoke.