a lone walker treads her path
a hallow wind blows her breath away
the tip, tip tapping of her shoes echo’s down the alley
each shadow magnified by perspective
except a shadow stirred
before she could call out
another sound broke the tip, tip tapping of her shoes
a loud pop with a steaming oblong cylindrical bullet streaming towards her
cutting her life short
relieving her of her pain
releasing all of her anger
removing any sign of hostility held in her innocent body
for only in the absence of life can she truly be at ease
only when she has no worries to hold
can she find peace
rest in peace
kielke