2 Days.

Not my voice:

I went to the church
to imagine how it feels if I'm shot
by a bullet in the back of my head

here are my private keys, mom
blood might gush, it comes and goes
aligning the breath with God is doable

if a devil squeezes my shoulders shaking
forcing me to confess my fear
I wouldn't know.

Just shoot me then.
in this moment alone
so I know the past cannot repeat
There will be 2 days to remember.