Written because somebody told me it was impossible to write an Action genre poem, and I wanted to prove them wrong.

Five sets of feet running.

Mine, hers, and theirs.


A shotgun blast.


I ran faster;

Didn't look back.


Another bang.


Four sets of feet running.

We got one down.

Now it's two on two.


We turn a corner.

A piercing blow.

I was the only one weaponless.


Two more shots.

Three sets of feet.

They got her.


I lit a match,

And threw it.

The biggest bang yet.


Hot smoke everywhere.

I tried to take cover.




I coughed.

Another cough from across the room.

Two sets of labored breathing.


I wasn't alone.


I failed.