Fatal Curiousity
By Fife4
Traveling down the hallway, heart beating. Father forbids curiosity. Entering the room ever so cautiously, Pulling the bureau drawer ever so quietly Eyes catch a glimmer beneath the camouflage. The intense shine triggers such delight For malevolent thoughts. It's cold and frightening yet engaging. Gripping the handle and pull it into view. Moonlight echoing the metallic surface. Breath heaving upon the carved letters in its side, Spelling Smith-Wesson 586. Cocking it.. just to heed that emulating 'click'. Then, the persona of all admired infest, Swinging arms, roar of commands. Uninhibited. Emancipated. All-powerful. Examining splendor of his outlawed joy. The safety, the grip, the barrel... the trigger. Lifeless now for vanity and vigor. Written March 21st, 2002 © on Mar 21 2002 01:43 AM PST 0 • 1
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"Traveling down the hallway, heart beating...."