Which is free- the gun or the hand that holds it?

they wanted to know what it was like to kill somebody-

to pierce a hole in the so-called soul that humanity has whispered about for eternity,

to watch the color fade from someone's flesh, to

watch a person change into a mere mass of atoms that would sink back into the earth. to stand

back, see the blood on your fingertips, and know what it feels like to take.

i did not expect the question, mostly because of the way they stared at me

over the bulletproof glass.