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.

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A shotgun blast.

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I ran faster;

Didn't look back.

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Another bang.

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Four sets of feet running.

We got one down.

Now it's two on two.

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We turn a corner.

A piercing blow.

I was the only one weaponless.

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Two more shots.

Three sets of feet.

They got her.

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I lit a match,

And threw it.

The biggest bang yet.

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Hot smoke everywhere.

I tried to take cover.

Fire.

Silence.

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I coughed.

Another cough from across the room.

Two sets of labored breathing.

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I wasn't alone.

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I failed.