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Mama I killed a Man


The Twelfth hour struck

Church bells violently banging into one another

Almost like a set of clackers from the good old days

A cold weary dark night fell upon me

The heavy coat carrying the metal piece in a zippered pocket

It dragged me down due to its immensely heavy weight

How daring am I when I play with my fate

Within minutes I could be behind bars or run and be an outlaw of the country

Yet I still proceeded and reached my vantage point

Ironically I was sweating all over my body but shaking from the coldness of the air

Terror infected my veins as if I was getting an IV injected into my flesh

My eyes closed shut for only a moment

Contemplating on whether I should run or remain in my exact spot

However the hit was in place and therefore I cannot run away

NO GOING BACK

I spotted a shadow that arose from the back-way of the alley

A tall figure wearing a brown over coat with a fedora appeared from the shadow

Step

Step

Step

I began to feel extremely anxious as he came closer to me

The sound of my heart beat was very loud as if i was listening to a drum solo at a rock concert

BOOM

BOOM

BOOM

I pulled out the revolver

Approached the man

He gasped from the shock that fell upon him

The suspense was fierce like a blazing fire ready to kill

I stared into his eyes and felt sympathy for him

Yet I still cocked the murderous slaying machine

It was time

Ready…

Set…

Bang



 

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