Heart beats fast
As the steel barrel rests against her skin
She breaths a breathe
Hoping , praying it will be her last
Finger on the trigger
Rage pulsates through her bones
Its alive, taken on an identity of its own
Making her life its home
So full, yet so alone
Eyes closed she thinks a sweet goodbye
To all the tears still waiting to b cried
A gentle squeeze
Then a bang, and a quiver
All the pain is flowing away,
Carried in a crimson river.
Angeli Ramirez
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