Accomplice by Maria FrancescaI sit in my chair
smiling and nodding my head
the eternal sycophant
in the eternal litany -
Yes, you're right
Yes, I'm wrong
Yes, you're right.
I watch as you calmly load your weapon.
I can see the bullet
in its chamber -
hear the explosion.
I can watch as it flies
through the air
toward my chest -
all in slow motion.
I just can't seem
to get out of the way.
The bullet enters me
on a whisper
leaving no scar,
not even a hole in my shirt -
I'll bleed later.
Meanwhile
you reload your weapon
and wonder how
you could possibly have missed the first time.
And I lay myself
on the floor
and wait
for you to take aim. 07/17/2005 Posted on 06/01/2008 Copyright © 2025 Maria Francesca
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 06/01/08 at 04:37 AM "I'll bleed later."--I love that. It says so much about not only the poem but a hundred other possibilities that could be explored as well. Fantastic work. |
Posted by Alison McKenzie on 06/03/08 at 03:03 PM Well, no visible scar anyway. I love the almost third-person feel to this, the way it truly is sometimes when one is being injured, removed as if, somehow, standing outside oursevles, we can delay the blood-loss. Brilliant!!! |
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