Thursday, September 21, 2006

The Gift

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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:

Anonymous said...

khPowerful words.