Tonight's Poet Corner: Six-Shot Pistol

Six-Shot Pistol
by Belinda Roddie

There were six bullets,
and she took out five,
letting one lock in alone,
daring to split my heart in half
with it. It was her own, dirty version
of Russian Roulette, and she taunted me
for a while as I sat on the steel chair and
drank the iron whiskey, and it was when
she noticed my smile behind that glass
that she shot wide, and the scar rattled
on the wall behind me,
and she began to cry.