The Suicide Of The Movie Star

Blood and brains are blown
out the back of my head,
and I watch in fascination
from the comfort of my bed.
I push pause on the remote
and stare at the screen;
my face on the television
frozen in scream.
Fragments of skull
suspended in space;
chunks of my brain
all over the place.
"Is that how it's going to look?"
I ask myself.
Disregarding the question,
I put the gun in my mouth.