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𝘈𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘑𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘔𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘯. 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 "𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨" 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺. 𝘐 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺, 𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘭. 𝘐𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥, 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘶𝘵, 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

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𝘐 𝘢𝘮…𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘐 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦. 𝘐 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘯, 𝘏𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘰𝘯. 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭. 𝘈 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘯 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭, 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴.

𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶? 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘶𝘦.

𝘕𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘔𝘳. 𝘑𝘰𝘦, 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯; 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵. 𝘉𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘶𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺, 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦.

𝘠𝘳 𝘰𝘣𝘵,

From yours truly liyahthepentaholic

It appears my safety was on. Amusing. Prepare for another poem! Like, prepare, might wanna lay a towel down, blood is hard to come off floors.

The gun is still in my palm; its shadow is still long. I lower it not because I am brave, only because I have tired of counting reasons to end a story that might, by some stubborn grace, still be worth finishing. Sorry thoughts cloud my mind as I rethink mine choice; Lifting it back up as I shall. I point it torwards his stomach and—

Click!

He laughs where silence should have grown, On bones of men he’s never known. I whisper names he’s scorched away, My trigger finger starts to sway.

The world below keeps moving fast A child cries, a car speeds past. I line the shot, the wind holds still, A perfect hush, a waiting will.

His back is turned. I have one second more to pause— to think. The safety clicks. My breath is tight.

Then-

A movement.

Was it wrong or right? The world maybe never know

But I know, this night–

Prepare yourself