Revolver

First. An uncanny and unwanted motion.

Not the lover he brands himself as, but just as ugly.

Unflinching, he takes what he wants.

Foul lips, he goes for their small hips.

He’s met with enticing uncertainty, and cocks himself.

Missed shots with only so many left.

Soon to misfire.

Be weary of him, and his banging bullets.

He’ll leave you with more than just a bad taste, a long scream, and a ripped, damp seam.

 

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