by Nick Gisburne
One bullet. Only one. It’s all she needs.
One bullet in the chamber. Cold. Alone.
She shivers as his twitching torso bleeds.
He should have seen it coming, should have known.
She’ll never find the innocence he took,
Or learn to turn her focus from the fear.
She staggers to the mirror. One more look,
Before the bullet makes it disappear.
He’s silent now, at last. It’s been a while.
The bullets in his body did their job.
She manages a small, dismissive smile,
Then whispers down the barrel with a sob.
One bullet and her dreams will all be dead.
She sends it through his evil heart instead.
