S U N D A Y

And then I shot myself in the foot. And when I realized shooting my foot stopped me know more than your weight on my shoulders, I shot my other foot. And then I proceeded to shoot every part of me until the only thing left was the hand I was shooting with, my trigger finger. Then I lay down my gun, raised my hand and saluted you. But you were gone again. Certain that it was fate that you be the only one standing and we die defending your lack of honor.