Я бы могла играть каждый вечер в русскую рулетку. Мне везет. Без исключений.
Obscenity
glares down a silver barrel.
Glinting, glittering
temptation.
Sweet salvation,
sweat slicked sin-
your turmoil,
my eager regret.
Labored breathing-
lounging death.
Pausing only for a moment-
"Let's get down to it"
Who wants to die tonight?