London Bridge.

Yesterday I did what I tried before..
I cannot believe it.
I still cannot.


I put a gun to my head during target practice.
Glock 34.
The gun that felt natural for me to shoot.


I looked at Salome for a moment.
She stared at me blankly.
"You expect me to stop you shooting yourself?"
Salome chuckled.


I pulled the trigger.


I pulled the trigger and I dreamed.


I dreamed of a man who I did not recognize.








A top hat...








A pocket watch...








We are late








We are running.








I do not see what.








I hear a crack behind me.








Children singing.








Laughing

London bridge is

falling

down

falling

down

falling

down

London Bridge is

falling

down.

My Fair Lady.

Over. 

And over 

and over again. 

And then I awake...

It is morning.

Everything hurts.