a Woman with a Gun

I am a woman with a gun

dead end eyes,

severed reflections

beautiful, I am

cunning, you are

and wise we are not

I roll the dice

and cast your fate

with Heaven to greet you

at Hells gate

as I lie down here beside you

-blood cells spilling like diamonds-

I am reminded

that without my gun

I am just an ordinary woman-

disassembling

and that without your gun

you are nothing more

but an ordinary man-

dying

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