With a bang, she pulls the trigger,
With a thud, he hits the ground,
With a grunt, he gets back up,
With a sigh, she shoots again,
With a scream, she curses the world,
With a sob, she looks at her husband,
With a sniff, she turns away,
With a curse, she takes her rings off,
With a tinkle, they fall to the ground,
With a patter, she runs to the base
With a cough, she turns in her gun,
With a laugh, he takes her badge,
With a cry, she heads home,
With a moan, she feels his absence,
With a breath, she makes a decision,
With a ring, she pulls the knife out,
With a hiss, she presses it into her stomach,
With a groan, she pushes it in,
With a mutter, she prays,
With an exhale, she pulls the blade out,
With a thunk, she hits the tile,
With an exhalation, her soul leaves her body.
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PoésieDear World, I don't know who I am. This is me trying to find out. Book 1