Blood Stains

Holding crosses with blood stains;

I knew the yelling and was trying to drown it out-

Focused on the sky in the background. 

I just tried to focus on something beautiful-

The gun was held to the right side. 

I didn’t even close my eyes- 

Just ready to face death. 

His hand was on the trigger- 

I knew he wasn’t playing games and I wasn’t smiling. 

Published by Ms. Selective

Traveling Gypse with a Heartfelt Spirit.

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