His mind submerged in red wine,
he lets reality drown.
Another staggered breath reminds him
of the black barrel digging into the flesh of his temple.
His fingers numbly trace the cool metal
until a click shuts off the safety.

He revels in the power of it,
a weightless bullet and
one swift movement will shatter
every bitter memory that haunts him.
He loosens grip on his empty bottle
and the echoing clank startles his heart rate.
A thin smile stretches across his bared teeth.
In sync with his pulse, his finger pulls
and his demons spill across
the dark green sofa.