Gunshot

 

Blue washes down her face

Red down her arms

She is just a disgrace

All she does is harm

Yellow spreads across the sky

But does not warm her skin

She whispers a soft goodbye

Why try if you can’t win

Green is  underneath her feet

As the wind blows through her hair

She wonders briefly who she’ll meet  

And then realizes she doesn’t care

Black is what she sees

Cold and empty inside

She cannot fight, she cannot flee

Just enough to blow her mind

 

 

 

 

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