The shotgun roars.
It rips through the cool silence
Of the night,
Unexpected and uninvited,
Like a woman's scream
In a horror movie,
Spine-chilling, disturbing, and cruel.
Yet once the echoes die away
The night returns to silence.
All evidence of any noise gone,
As I bury my face into my pillow,
Soaked with my emotions
And fears of daybreak,
Praying I imagined it all.
