Disclaimer: I own this poem, and it comes entirely from my imagination. If this poem sounds like any other, it is purely coincidental.

Authors Note: I submit this poem for you to read. Please note that this poem is rated at T and you should decide whether to read it accordingly. For the people who read it please review when you’re finished.

AN: Hey, long time no see. Talking of seeing, see what you think of this. Don’t really like it myself.

Dull Flash of Metal

Dull flash of metal

Of the gun

In her hand

That hand

Innocent hand

It stroked the head of a passing dog

Not long ago

You could almost see that hand

Washing a graze on a child’s knee

Or making a cup of coffee for herself

Maybe writing, scratching unknowing

At an itchy nose

The dull flash of silver

Is not nearly as impressive

As the look in her eyes

Those eyes

Beautiful eyes

Eyes that were carefully concentrating

On her crime fiction, yesterday

You can know that she would

Cry when she watched a sad war movie

And that she would lust after a new rock star

She would laugh with her eyes when told a joke

That gun, dull flashing metal,

Is not as bright, as fierce

As the fear, and anger in her heart

Her heart

Sweet loving heart

Poisoned now with the filthy venom

Unleashed by a callous society

I’m sure you can see her heart now

Pulsing with adrenaline, aching with pain

Where rage-fuelled sadness pulses all through her

And a disturbing emptiness at the very centre of being

Did you know?

You caused that;

Those pale hands, wrapped around the barrel

Those eyes, varnished with an unseeing gaze

That heart, deteriorating beneath a guilty fury

And the gun flashed again and again

Until the light died;

And the gun was silent.

May blessings follow in your footsteps,

Ethereal Kisses