My Cardboard Balcony

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.

The Pacific Ocean used to captivate me, but now it has contaminated me. Most people don't wish to tell you or don't know enough to tell you, but thanks to Fukushima, the entire Pacific is poisoned with radiation. The United States government tried to ensure the American populace that there was no need to panic, but already babies were suffering radiation poisoning, and many others began to be diagnosed with thyroid cancer. I am one of the latter, and each day, I remind people how much I detest nuclear power plants.