Loaded.
So don’t you move.
Turns out it’s all about the dollars.
When I’m mad, you’ll know.
You will hear me,
and then you won’t.
Babe, are you feeling alright?
Trying to play catch up
you know how it ends.
Turn it into billions:
We. Go. Yeah.
Always been a pistol.
Cocked.
Like I knew what was coming next.
Turns out, it’s random chance.
I’m mad or I’m done
or I’m lying.
The boom starting it
with a fire in the background.
But I am a pistol
you better be careful.
I can be hard.
I can be cold.
But you do it to me.
A sick feeling to hurt the ones I want the most.
To make them pay; revenge for a lack of love.
Author Bio:
Holly Nichole Smith is an English student at the University of North Georgia and is treasurer of Sigma Tau Delta. She plans to continue her education in Literature and Gender Studies and one day be a professor of English. Her work has been featured in The Chestatee Review and S/tick. She has learned to let whatever comes into her head come out on paper. She loves drawing inspiration from the things people around her say and do. If someone says something that sticks it will probably lead to her creating a poem out of it. She writes down whatever makes her happy and makes her feel alive and hopes that it will have the same effect on others.