Sitting in a corner
A cigarette lit up in her hand
Recurring scenes of mayhem
One test worse than the last

A breaking point
She had enough
A gun in one hand
Decisions to be made

A kiss to the weapon
Dropping the danger
Lifted herself from the hiding spot
Moving on

Realising
She is only going to keep falling
Attacks will keep coming
Weapons will keep appearing
But she will always be laying them down

That will make her
The badass I love