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Bess, the landlord's daughter.
...written on 2007-11-27, @ 11:16 a.m.
I would pin a lover's lock over my left breast pocket; press the open-ended barrel there. Let the ropes chafe and burn as I slide,slide,slide until cold metal slips against the twirl of contrasting color. My fingers will bleed but I will fight til they are loose enough to settle carefully on the trigger. Then I will wait. Wait until I hear the thundering rhythm of horseshoes on cobblestone, until I hear the sharp crack of your voice down the way, and press as hard and as quickly as I can. I will tell you I love you with a bullet. I will save you the only way I know how.