she sees the sun sink past the horizon
and how her lover seems so still
out of her pocket, she draws a gun
she sees the sun sink past the horizon
trembling, she counts down to one
readying herself, steeling her will
she sees the sun sink past the horizon
and how her lover seems so still
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The Witching Hour
Poetrypoetry about the wicked and the witchy || featured by WP Poetry on Oddities Unknown || #183 in poem (11/3/18)
