She killed me.
Midnight rising she pressed the frigid steel against my temple.
Tears cascaded my make-up stained face in hues of rouge and black.
Her anger ignited gasps slid through exhausted lips, half clenched.
To humor myself I engulfed what passion had not yet provoked into fear and raised my hand.
It met her cheek with desperate precision.
The backdrop of the moonlight onto the porch lit her face in metallic green.
I let my hand fall, and with it went my body.
Fallen to my knees, I clenched heavy fists and held fast to the fire melted wood beneath me.
I was ready.
With lovers hatred she kneeled, the lead murderess still staring me in the face.
Wanting to fall into her, I held my place and trembled strongly in waiting for her to ration with whoever was at the surface.
“I love youâ€Â, plunged half way from deep inside me as the trigger pulled and wrote the ending.
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