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Murder on a Sunday Morning

Poetry By: Atton Brown
Horror



Me feeling bad on a Sunday after my parents pretty much told me i had no reason to be and wanted to kill them adn me


Submitted:Dec 7, 2009    Reads: 74    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


"Take a breath"
I tell him
It could be your last
Pray
To your imaginary friend
Fall on your knees
Like the coward you are
I hold the gun
To his head
Stroking
The trigger
Eager
To see him die
He begs
He pleads
I smile
As I squeeze the trigger
The man is gone
Forever
The man who abused me by
His hands
His belt
His words
I cried
He yelled
***
Her turn
She is unafraid
But still she
Prays
To her imaginary friend
On her knees
But not out cowardice
She brought me here
They brought me here
But still I squeeze
The trigger
Proud
That I shall hurt
No more
They hurt me
Every day
But the pain lingers
I hold the gun
To my head
I hear the sirens
They are coming
"Double homicide and
Suicide with no note."
I squeeze the trigger
But never feel a thing




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