Russian Roulette Page 1

PAGE 1: My Confessions of drunken, crazed, and deranged love...

In this game of Russian roulette, the revolving cylinder clicks away, and as I await the pull of the trigger, my palms sweat and my heart skips a beat.

My clothes were torn when I shook from dreams played mid-day. I sped down California Ave., and lost my way. My mind was traveling 90 miles an hour. I thought I saw him standing in the middle of the road. I nearly ran him down. When I heard him calling my name in the dead of night. My satin sheets burst into flames, and my soul extinguished the fire with a waterfall that cleared loves inferno.

The fumes filled the room as the smoke expelled from my lungs. I’m high on Keisha. I was so gone. Sounds of Jill Scott and Paul Wall’s chopped and screwed filled my brain. My mirror reflected at least three images of me. Wild hair, crazy in love, glasses, and red lipstick on half my lips. I was in and out of love, but with who? Loves taboo…