Count to three


Take a breath, take it deep. Calm yourself, he says to me If you play, you play for keeps. Take a gun, and count to three. I’m sweating now, moving slow. No time to think, my turn to go

And you can see my heart beating. You can see it through my chest. And I’m terrified
but I’m not leaving. Know that I must must pass this test So just pull the trigger

Say a prayer to yourself. He says close your eyes. Sometimes it helps
And then I get a scary thought. That he’s here means he’s never lost


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