Tiny fragments of teeth shattering
A bullet penetrating the soft pallet
Right before it hits the gooey tissue
Thoughts of, “I wish I hadn’t” occur
Like dropping a marble
Into a gigantic bowl of jelly
The jelly explodes
Bleeding internally
Blood gushes from the inside out
Gun hanging limp in cold fingers
Dead
What thoughts do you have now?
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