A Note From The Weapon

Gabriella

Your sweaty palm wraps around me 

The sound I make brings you pleasure 

You treasure me use me for evil

It's like the devil takes over you 

You drove her to a dark alley 

She didn't know this would be her finale breath 

You were using me for her death 

I'm refusing to let you pull my trigger 

Your shaking finger starts to pull 

You had a pocketful of bullets 

Why does this poor girl have to go 

Doing this act makes me want to hurl all I can do is shoot 

Her body falls to the ground 

The sound of the sirens startled you 

You were surrounded you threw me in the dirt 

It hurt me to do that to know I caused that 

If you just paused and looked in her scared eyes

You might have just spared her life 

You glared at me as you walked away 

You have nothing to say for what you have done 

  • Author: Gabriella (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 15th, 2018 06:45
  • Comment from author about the poem: A poem of a murder scene from the weapons point of view! I wanted to give a different perspective on things. people always talk about the killer. here's a short story about the weapon. Enjoy!!!
  • Category: Short story
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Comments1

  • Goldfinch60

    Clever write and point of view.

    • Gabriella

      Thank you so much



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