It happened one morning – The Whore Monger

It happened one morning

it happened one morning after 3 days of drinking
frantic dreams
worse than your worse nightmare
waking up to gunshots in your neck
only to feel no blood
and hearing another gun shot
realizing it’s the sound
of a cracked soda can from outside
probably from a little school girl
not realizing the madness she caused
as I lie awake in sweat searching for water