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hostel pt. 3
by Nanette Bellmana girl who looked like
an Elizabeth i went to school with
was lying on the floor
with a gun pointed at me.
a man dressed in sinister
was pushing her
to pull the trigger and shoot me.
i screamed at the top of my lungs,
begging her to spare me.
and the man kept screaming over me,
"SHOOT!"
i walked towards her panicked,
pleading with every step closer.
her arm was shaking
and i could see the weakness in her eyes.
i grabbed the gun
and reversed our roles,
only i never gave her a chance
for any thoughts or feelings or fear.
i pulled the trigger.
i pulled the trigger.
i pulled the trigger.
and every single one of them were blank.
the sinister man bellowed a laugh
from the depths of his home, Hell
and with her brow, soaked in sweat,
she smirked at me,
not of relief, more of mockery.
i straddled myself on top of her.
because in a dog eat dog world
it's eat or be eaten.
and i gave new meaning to "pistol whip". 03/30/2009 Posted on 03/30/2009
Copyright © 2024 Nanette Bellman
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Johnny Crimson on 03/30/09 at 11:43 PM Ouch, in a good way? ha. I've gotta think about this one. |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 03/31/09 at 11:10 AM Yet another great story! The images are real, and dark and true to life. I especially liked the stanza where you wrote "I pulled the trigger" 3 times. Another great write! |
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