He lifted the knife more and I
grab his hand shutting my eyes just to
open them again
taking quick breaths before he's down
on the ground holding his head and I'm down with him no really
someone grabs my arm saying my name again and the flames twists into a twirling flame.
I just need to—to uh, rest.
Gunner, hold on! Just hold on.
And I'm down on the ground
fading away
my head's hot and I need to sleep.
I hear the lowest of voices.
Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
Then,
The police are going to be here we gon' help you man,
don't give out on us now.
Now it's dark.
YOU ARE READING
we all bleed red
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