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Beat. Beat. Beat.
Beat.
He stops moving, he already looks cold,
Remind yourself to breathe.
Beat.
My knees buckle beneath me,
Hands catch my crumbling stomach,
Releasing a trembling scream,
Beat.
His eyes are still open,
Blood pools against his scalp,
Flattening his once perfect hair.
Beat.
I won't see his perfect his hair again,
Fumble his fingers against his tie,
Smile back at me gazing in his reflection.
Beat.
I am released from the cement,
My feet tumbling in front of me,
Hands stretched for one more moment of him.
Beat.
I try to touch him but my fingers are weighed
A barrel of steel containing one bullet left,
Beat.
Realization strikes,
You did this.
Beat. Beat. Beat.
Silience.
“Police open up”
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I wanted to add a twist to the image of loss and witnessing someone leave.