Trigger

Sliding down and slotting in
The key to ever after
A silent laugh to hide a gasp
A thrill or a disaster?

A smirk of satisfaction
Or a smirk to mask denial?
This smirk it plays upon the lips
Of one who's soul's defiled

A conscious glance at those nearby
Eyes settle on the one
A sturdy march with fingers fumbling
Striving for the gun

A wordless prayer, unspoken hope
Yet not one single thought
No tears, no shame - just memories
And battles left unfought

The victim feels the iron grip
Feels fingers yank her arm
She does not pull away, bizarre
She stays complacent, calm

The look upon her face is sunk
This victim feels defeat
She does not see the point to fight
Oh how revenge is sweet

The grip is loosened on her arm
Her captor gets prepared
Prepared to end another's life
For whom she'd never cared

The females share a lingering gaze
The powerless one cracks
Her bare knees slam the concrete
As reality impacts

With her finger on the trigger
And her face set hard in stone
The death-masked executioner
No longer feels alone

She feels a sense of purpose
As her finger shifts to kill
Then gleaming triumph pierces
Through the breast of the devil

Aching, writhing, struck down
As the bullet penetrates
With eyes clenched tight, tears seeping through
For once, no words of hate

The killer smiles a vacant smile
She stoops down on her knees
And puts her face close to her prey
Her eyes, they show disease

Her finger traces round the wound
The mark of her despise
She crouches down in interest
To watch as her hatred dies

So now she sits with folded arms
Her jacket holds her dear
All that is left are memories
That she shall never share

© Rosy White 2005