THIS GLOCK IN MY HAND, LOVE ON MY MIND

Streetlights dance, casting shadows that twist across the asphalt. This concrete jungle breathes, a rhythm of sirens and distant laughter. I grip the steel in my hand, feel its weight against my skin. It's safety, this power. But her smile echoes in my head, a melody that pulls away the edge. Maybe there's room for both, the fury and the hope. Mayb