hard and cold as a promise
hidden in a shoe box in the closet
contingency against unwanted interest
"love, I would never use it - trust me"
those were his words in earnest
though she knew he was lying of course
had already shot two dealers
and there were others to be sure
bodies strewn about like Easter Eggs
to be dug up by over-eager kiddies
or health freaks walking their dogs
no, she thought, carpet has its uses
sweeping as much as she could under it
still there was the matter of the gun
much as she tried it stayed in place
heavy smooth deadly as a dying sun
dragging all into the collapsing orbit
of its machined killing perfection
© shaun patrick green 2012
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