Gun Metal Black

~Melissa Wernke

Gun Metal Black
silver bullets streak
boy with a sly smile
gazing down the street

Leaves, fingers tremble
heart pounding, screams
girl with my frightened eyes
strains against her dreams.

Clock running fast
time creeping slow
girl with my shaky voice
doesn't even know.

Panic closing in,
death crawling near
boy tucks away the gun
soaking in the fear.

Soft crying, sobbing,
silence overtakes,
girl with my dying heart
listens as it breaks.

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