A Perfect Execution

I jam the barrel into your mouth
point straight up
grip a fist of hair
at the nape of your neck      

flood 

I exhilarate, clamp you
in the vice of my eyes
my fingertip
dizzy
on the cradle
of the trigger 

squeeze 

no fear in rage
no luck in choice 

I drop to my knees
and take the cruelest bullet of them all 

forgiveness.