My death was slow and quick.
A bullet inside the arm, through the vein, into the bloodstream
It climaxed my partner.
She was ready for anything, ready for sobriety
She was ready for betrayal
Fallacies, deceit, pain.
Murder, she was ready for murder.
A bullet inside the arm, up into the vein
A vein so large, green, protruding from the skin
The bullet became the vein’s, the vein’s own.
It swam, swam around inside the vein.
The bullet did spirals, loops, handstands
And all sorts of underwater acrobatic maneuvers.
The death was slow and quick.