boom
boom
BANG!

I see the image of a girl
pointing a gun
at my head
and at my heart

I do not know what this means
but I see her pull the trigger
over and over
as the rounds unload into me
till the twisted metal thing
makes a knowing
“click”

boom
boom
bang!

each bullet hits me
in my head
and in my heart
and in the places she shot me
and in the places she didn’t

boom
boom
bang

I do not know what this poem means
but I see the image
of a beautiful girl
without a face
holding a smoking gun
and breathing heavily over my
dead corpse.

again?
again.