The gun pulls in the shadows,
my heart keeps beating,
just a little too fast.
Blood flowing as it always does.
Don’t look up!
Please look down.
God, oh God.
Wet grass making a puzzle on my face
as I whisper, “Don’t kill him
kill me.” Bullet grazing my cheek,
hot oil making an imprint left forever.
Waiting in silence, whispering incantations,
silence.
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