I’m startled to believe my assumptions were true,
I rather hoped they wouldn’t be.
He holds the gun, fires once,
Twice.
Hitting me with deadly accuracy
Right were it hurts,
The heart,
The head.
The heart bleeds, breaks,
The heads worse,
It thinks.
It throws punches of words.
‘of course he doesn’t like you, why would he
when no-one else does’
I try to fight back,
‘Plenty of people like me…’
Feeble attempts,
a fight won by my head.