Shot

Nuzzled in a pulsing crevice

Is a silver capsule lost in

Moist--

Bleary silence hummed,

and upon the nervous twitch of her thumb,

Screamed deafeningly.

Trickling maroon

Fjord in her chest overflows,

Besting the vermillion moon;

Fingers unfurl amidst balmy lull,

Peeling lips agape as she lay

Poised--

Silent hymn murmured,

and upon the gentle flutter of lids,

Bleated vehemently.

Crimson river

Creeps up her throat,

Sloshing with a quiver;

Choking on a garbled farewell

Before her last breath was

Voiced--.