Russian Roulette Poem by Dereck Gibbs

I pick up the phone
And it’s Russian roulette
The fear...the excitement.
The suspense is intoxicating.

My breathe catches in my throat
The key to open your voice
I spin the chamber
The die has been cast

Me heart skips
My stomach flips
The chamber spins
The phone rings
Click click. Boom!

Hello?
I dropp the phone
Frosty sweat on my face
Heart tight from the race
Mind in a state of shock

A siren
An oral medusa
I froze
In this game of Russian roulette
I’m ready….not yet