Sans titre

...you thought you only had one more stop then you'd be home free. You were going to get away with it!....But how? Him? Wha-?...Before your brain and well trained body react, you suddenly feel the bullets rip into your chest like an iron fist. Can't move... can't breathe...gurgling...drowning...your precious lifeblood pours out from the brand new holes in your desperately beating heart as it valiantly struggles to cope with the mortal damage that occurred in a millisecond. The world fading as the last image you see is your killer standing above you in smiling satisfaction of a job well done. You feel your failing pump's final weak beats as he raises the gun. He is a professional just like you were...the coup de grace a salute to a worthy adversary...a flash, then nothing...

...panic sets in...there's no hope now...betrayal...she's going to pull the trigger. In an instant tiny pieces of metal will invade your pounding heart muscle...the beautiful pump that's been keeping you alive your entire life is about to stop beating. A flash and muffled explosion...the incredulous blur, feeling that first bullet entering your heart...ripping, spinning through both ventricles...the world slowing down as your damaged heart frantically races to push lifeblood through your body...the precious blood that's now pouring directly into your chest cavity. Just as you begin to comprehend the shock of what just happened, the second bullet enters the mortally damaged muscle, permanently sucking every molecule of breath from your useless lungs. Euphoria...exhaustion...feeling the life ebbing...slowing...darkness enveloping...the precious heartbeat fading...till it is no more...eternally still.

She was going hard last night 🖤💜