Salvo.

Yesterday / past
With hardly a word
Or a thought
But I couldn't decide whether that was a small mercy or not
So when she woke she turned to me and locked the whites between bloodshot and smile
And told me to tell her something beautiful

So...

...I drew back my lips

...Cocked a shotgun tongue

...Aimed dead center mass for a three round burst

But before I could fire she stormed through my lines with her own two round volley of torrential ferver that landed just under the clef of my left jawline
And did not stop the onslaught until I relented and burned
From the heart out
Relaxed my neck, head tilt back
By the by
As I felt my armed maw slide
Into another suicide.