Woman with an extension,

drawn by issues.

Oh! The Gun?

She spoke:

Don’t look away, please!

Talk to me!

Have you nothing to say now?

Oh, don’t be so nervous;

You see, I’m a bit tense myself.

Can’t you see the anger

within these eyes?


I never misunderstood yours! Ever!

What do you mean

your a bit frightened?

I’m feeling so much less so;

sooo much soooo.

Can you reflect upon why

you’re here?

My pain was there all along;

didn’t you see?

Pleassssse, step a bit closer.

Feel that coldness against your chest?

Much like the pain

you rained down on me,

day after day.

It’s a cold point that I making now, with blue barrel steel to be exact; can’ you feel it?

You grew this hate in my heart.

You’ve triggered emotional fear, ‘n pain for years, this is the result.

No longer will I be your mark any longer. I now will stand my ground.

Now I have targeted you.

So, prepare to meet your maker in hell. I’ve made peace with mine.

Fair well.