My Night-time Poetry

Gunning ❤️⚠️

One bang, two bangs. Then, a loud thud followed by a haunting scream of your woman.

You hit the floor as I release the trigger. She stood there watching in shock. She ran down to you and shouted out to you, but you weren't there.
You were never there.

I reloaded and aimed.
One bang, two bangs, three bangs. She gently fell down next to you. You lay there side by side with her cuddled in your arms.

I can see the red pool run around you.

All it took was my poetry, and you were struck down with him.

I drop my pen and make my getaway.

I listened to his words and not his actions. Now he listens to mine and watches me run.

She followed his actions along with instructions. Now look where it got her.

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In this poem, you initially expect it to be a gun, but the protagonist says it was a pen. She says it was all in her poetry and words that struck them down. It is up to you to listen to her words or watch her action. If you don't listen to her words, you see a gun in her hand. It is up to you to believe what she says or watch the action.