She parts her lips allowing the smoke to pour in,
It kisses the walls of her hyperventilating lungs whispering "all will be fine"


Her cold gray eyes, tired of they see, set on the ground never to rise .
Her silver gold watch ticking, casting each second into the past, weighs down her wrist, so that she keeps them by her sides forgetting how to wave them in defiance.


The smoke continues to fill her chest.


Her broken fingernails claw at her imaginary frights drawing blood from her skin and strength from her heart.
She shoots every poisonous word ever sung to her into her veins,
Every toxic thought ever swallowed runs down her throat,
And the smoke still enters.


Remembering every ugly slur, her gaze is torn from safety, leaving her fixed on her withering reflection, forever to see only pain she has endured, forever to see my eyes staring  back.


I sing loving melodies to the silver bullets before loading my pistol of strength, I hum tunes for the fallen and bow my head for those brave enough to love her.
I reassure her past the pain will end and condemn every ******* that hurt her.


she smiles  at me as I pull the trigger,
As she descends into the dirt,
all the smoke rises from her lungs whispering "all will be fine"
And she sighs "I know.”