THIS GLOCK IN MY HAND, LOVE ON MY MIND

Streetlights blink, casting shadows that stretch across the asphalt. This city breathes, a rhythm of sirens and distant screams. I grip the steel in my hand, feel its weight familiar. It's safety, this curse. But her voice echoes in my head, a melody that pulls away the darkness. Maybe there's room for both, the danger and the love. Maybe love can