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The Gift
In quiet moments
He cocks the hammer
Of his brutality
Waiting for the target
To rest before
He pulls the trigger
She obliges, off-guard
A rabbit caught in crosshairs
Of his cruelty
His words penetrate
Her heart
Like a sniper’s bullet
The thirtieth anniversary
She buys his gift
From the gun shop
1 comment:
khPowerful words.
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