The Vision
She sees a gun, a Vision in her head,
The metal shines and the ghosts scream
Filling her head with shattered thoughts
She cocks the gun, and aims around
She points it at him
He cowers. She cries. She closes her eyes.
He falls into a crimson stain.
She looks at her hands.
Black powder. She rubs and rubs
It won't go away. No soap or scrubbing will remove it.
And all that's left, is a Vision
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