Blood pumping.

Moving through the veins.

The girls handles the gun with such aim.

Aim that will strike close to her heart.

She feels her veins go numb.

Time rushes apart.

The clock ticks, moves so fast.

She feels her heart beating.

The gun still in grasp.

Beginning to press down on the trigger.

The fire to follow soon.

Remember a life not spent.

A life gone under this moon.

The blast rings out.

A warm hand strikes the gun away.

A shoulder still pierced.

But with it, a life saved.

C.A.M.

dedicated to my aunt