Untitled

by Mia   Jun 1, 2008


These hands could hold a gun
fingers wrapped around the trigger
pointing at the target
and there's fear chasing
the victims breath
a lump in the throat
chest pouding
sweat piling up and pouring
down its pale face
and bitter laugher
and bullets
these hands could hold a gun
and shoot
and kill

0


Did You Like This Poem?

Latest Comments

  • 16 years ago

    by ForbiddenSnowflake

    Very visual and great read very fast paced. i really liked it. Good work