No take backs
I drew the trigger of my tongue , not imagining how the bullet would penetrate your skin.
How it would cling to every piece of your being, leaving no sign of an exit wound.
Peripherally I see the pain oozing from your chest, I succumb.
If I dare look, it makes it all real.
I turn this now empty carcass of the person I was,to face you.
Chest tightens, breathing laborious , drowning in a pool of my own guilt,
I see your eyes lose the stars that once sparkled within them.
This silence is deafening, though I can hear my heart beat play prestissimo.
I try and reach for the bullet, I stretch out my hand
To see that my hands are dripping in the hurt and pain left by words spoken .
The bullet must have fragmented into shrapnel, dispersing into multiple avenues
I freeze, my body turns to stone.
My body weighed down by the burden of shooting you.
I try to apply as much pressure as I can , stop the hurt from expanding,
Yet I find my efforts redundant, your silence pushes me back to reality.
I find my words stumbling , tripping over themselves, unable to walk in a straight line,
They’re unable to say the alphabet backwards, failing the breathalyser.
Sometimes my words don’t understand the hurt they can cause,
They’re reckless, leaping off of cliffs before thinking about what happens when they hit the ground.
This time their recklessness got them into trouble , this time there were no take backs.