With The License To Kill Poem by Yvonne Iversen

With The License To Kill

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Bang.
Bang.
A shot in the head.

I fall over the table.
Blood splashing on the walls,
an indication of what happened.

Blood dripping on the carpet.
Bang. Bang.
Two more in my back.

Killing me softly.
It's like killing a mockingbird.
You only got the license to kill.

Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Topic(s) of this poem: hurt,hurting,love and loss,love and pain,sorrow
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