Poetry | Gunshot

I remember
my hands shaking
but only for a second
then, I—
I pulled the trigger

I woke up crying
In reality,
I pulled myself up instead
because that is what I must do

I woke up
but I still have the gun


[Disclaimer: featured photo; caption by Virginal Woolf]

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vienna noreen

vienna is a highly caffeinated writer who aspires to make a difference through her words; if she's not writing, she's probably reading books and fangirling over Bangtan.

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