438 – Token

In the middle of the night
I wake up screaming.

Mute walls
Eat away the echoes
Of my nightmare.

It was never one,
It was never many,
It was never here,
It was never me.

Shaky hands look for salvation
In the shiny depths
Of a bourbon flask.

The dragon sneers
From a dark corner,
His silent eyes promising
Final peace.

I hold tight the single bullet
Hanging from my neck,
And sneer right back.

Go away,
My death does not belong
To you or me.

I walk into the kitchen
To pour a cup of coffee
And watch him melt away
Into the hot brew.

“Someday.”
He whispers.

Perhaps,
But not today.

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