Wind pushed past my face
The bullet hit the wall
I ran and begged for my life
My feet hitting concrete ground
An reached from behind
Taking me by my shirt
I fell and hit by back
Cold metal pressed against my ear
"Where's the money?" He asks
I tell him I don't know
"Where's the money?" He screams
The gun presses harder, I lie
He growls and the cold goes away
He runs down, away from me
I watch him, he comes to the end
He dodges round the corner
Two days after, headlines blare
His face is on the front
He was found dead, shot
He wasn't smart enough to dodge
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Archaeology of the Mind
PoesiaPoems, freestyle, haiku and rhyming! (Haiku's grouped together as they are so short.) About various things, like stress, getting a gun pointed at your head, autumn and other such common topics.
