Kansas bleeds into Colorado
Which caused my confusion after borders were crossed and forgotten
Crawling across Colorado under cellulite clouds
Complaining to Kansas:
"Can't you put on a show? Set the clouds on fire."
I remember him
Two narrow fingers and a thumb
A barrel, trigger, jutted jaws
Fiery eyes
Standing knees
"Execution style?" My voice
His fingers on my temple
Slide to the back of my skull
"If I were, I'd do it here"
"So you wouldn't have to watch the light leave my eyes?"
"No, so the exit wound would be in the front"
"Why?"
"So I wouldn't have to see your face anymore"
A jolt of the wrist
A falling
"Some thrill killings
Have variously been described
As execution style murders"
—Wikipedia
And I felt like I never stood back up
Sighed so long and hard the exhaust of dissatisfaction
Blew me out of bed
Through the roof
And high above America
Tears of bitter disappointment
Fall down on Kansas
And Max
About the Creator
Snow Need to Rush
I watched my breath form a small white cloud as it puffed out of my lips and dissipated before my eyes. I rubbed my hands together, blowing into them with the precious bit of warm air that remained in my lungs. My leg bounced as I stared into the cold dark world beyond the windows of my truck as they remained partially fogged up.
By Donna Fox (HKB)7 days ago in Fiction
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