I'm laying here swimming in memories, islands of blood forming around the bullet holes in my coat. My chest feels so heavy, when I was younger I would fight with my older brother, and his victory would be him sitting on my chest, refusing to let my lungs draw air. Thats what this feels like. I hear the footsteps, high heels on cement, wavering and uncertain. The metal barrel of the smoking gun clatters near my head. I see the snub-nose of my revolver in the corner of a darkening eye. My lady, my mistress, my lover. Shot with my own gun, I feel so betrayed. The dame, the murderess, the whore. Standing above me, I hear the shakes in her voice. The shakes, I had them for weeks after my first kill. I don't envy her. Despite the shakes she's singing, the words are garbled through the haze of death. I force clarity and I listen, the last thing I do before the darkness. She's singing me the lullaby I taught her. _&quot;I pray to god that you're right before my eyes, Bathed in white light with halos in your eyes...&quot;_ 2008-06-09T06:16:59Z http://ficlets.com/feed/story/33630 <p>Dark, and well done. I like it.</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/33630?basename=69251 2008-06-09T06:16:59Z John Perkins http://ficlets.com/authors/johnperkins21 <p>Inspired by&#8230;<br />&#8220;Living is a problem because everything dies&#8221; by Biffy Clyro. <br />The last 2 lines are lyrics from the song.</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/33630?basename=69131 2008-06-08T22:05:00Z JMSquire http://ficlets.com/authors/jmsquire