Short Writing Pieces

Three blind mice

Braille hits her fingertips but she's convinced otherwise
She turns my M into a K
Then turns around offended
Why is it that you're so defensive?
She takes my laces and turns them to ropes
She throws down all her cards triumphantly
Unaware that she's just folded
And used that rope as a chiropractor
I'm not going to sit here with a gun
I'm not here to pull the trigger
Especially when you keep grabbing it out of my palm
Thinking you're winning when you keep aiming at the wrong skull
How pitiful