Love And Murder. Poem by Leah Ayliffe

He gave her the gun.
Seduced her with sophisticated thoughts and a charming suggestion.
Convinced her that she could be the one.

She made the dangerous decision to believe in his pretty words that painted a life she used to think belonged only in sleep.

She pulled the trigger aimed at his heart, and gently the bullets with butterfly wings seeped into his blood and she was his eternally.

And he was always the sun.