She swallowed her gun.

I repeat the phrase over and over as I drive down the interstate, and indeed it is a bad day, the kind that when I say, "I don't feel good," those closest to me know what I mean.

Swallowing my gun sounds like an option, only, like I said, I am driving down the interstate and there are a lot of trucks and pot holes so I don't have enough hands to reach into the door pocket for mine, much less hold it awkwardly while I swallow.

Hands at 10 and 2, and all that.

That is what people would say, those I would leave behind, "She swallowed her gun."

It wouldn't hurt... I know that, but I need to hear your voice saying, "Please don't leave me."

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Comment by Jenni Marie on July 30, 2012 at 2:55pm
Your words are poetic even in prose. I wish I could have met you at HoW. :)
Comment by Bill Floyd on July 29, 2012 at 11:52am

Please don't leave me.  

Comment by Angela on July 28, 2012 at 8:04pm

So.  I am thinking about swallowing a gun, and I am also thinking that it might not be as hard to swallow as some other things can be.  Better to swallow the gun and leave than to swallow the truth (or the lie) and stay?  Interesting and disturbing, too.  I like it.

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