an understatement

i held her head in my hands as her bullet hole pumped red.
although it all happened so fast, it was very defined.
i hadnt done anything to stop my hand,
lifted the gun and with a loud crack, she exploded.
she held my unborn baby in her tummy
it would die today too.

she told me that i didnt have to do it.
she said i could take it back
make it right
it could be someone else... she could change her fate

she spoke, and as i was too distracted to listen, english became tongues
there was one other in the room. telling me to run
to forget
to leave them behind and flee
and as the devil on my right told me to run it stifled the voice of my shoulder angel.. so i turned.
And as I turned, and began to run a force stopped me and pulled me in closer to my victim of love. Hate. Rejection. Fear
And her forehead split down the center and shot out two bullets.
The bullets I had released into her.
And as I felt the cool tingles of aproaching death, she whispered
"You don't get off that easy"