Sonnet - Barrel

Yes, this is a gun pointed at you. 

Walk over to the plastic on the floor.

I'm sure you've many questions -- I would too,

But I don't have the patience. Shut the door.

And honestly, I've not the gift of gab,

Nor any urge to share what I'm about;

I'm here because you haven't paid your tab.

Now slowly, put the barrel in your mouth.

Take your clothes off -- patient, not too fast. 

Stop crying. Smile, and do a dance for me.

That's it, baby -- make that moment last.

"Show me what a bad girl you can be."

It's you who said that to me, wasn't it?

How's vengeance feel, you rapist piece of shit?

© Jackson Cambridge, 2016.