A timely shot to the head
Rips internal organs
Blood peeks from its folded lair
And soaks abiding hair

Eyes swell with red
Hand quietly plummets
Gun gently escapes
Gripped fingers unlace

Weapon collides with surface
A faint signal to the ears
Body gradually caves
Reflex remains unsaved

Critical minutes reply
With a halting of function
All wounds speak
For no death is meek




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Enough to put anyone off dying! Interesting poem that girl.

You are very creative and descriptive. I am sure you are excellent at describing the tiniest of details.

Wow, I agree with V-L! You are very good with detail!

~Much Love~
Megan