A Story

With the foresight of what was to take place,
he pulls her close,
begins a loving embrace.

Chin bound to her should her,
so tightly he holds her,
‘til he’s able to remove the fear and doubt from his face.

Every ounce of will gathered,
he starts to disengage.
There’s work to be done
if this girl is gonna be saved.

Blood pressure droppin:
there’s a gash in his leg,
but urgent the situation, no time for God’s grace.
he pulled the scrunchie from her hair,
stretched over his hand,
told her to run—and about noting give a damn.
Don’t cry weep, think, look back, or worry for me
‘cause he could never die at long as he owed her that scrunchie.

hinges explode:
the door crashes in on the foyer.
The hit-squad floods in
fills every corner
while up in the mezzanine, he’s checkin his magazines:
9 shots in one, and the other minus 3.

Locks, loads, and readies, he blazes the kerosene
knowing that downstairs there was more than 17.

Thinking make everyone of these count,
tellin her to stay down,
use the smoke, and slip out behind me
straps a knife to his sleeve, and On 3…
2…

Safties off,
he makes his debut yellin MOVE!
guns steady blazin in directions 2.

Ready to finish this little war,
he’s bringing the fucking noise,
pops 3 shots, drops 5 boys.
Space formerly void, is now consumed
bullets, and smoke fillin the room,
a tight grip is assumed—

on her lungs,
by the fumes
as she scrambles through the room,
vision tunneled on the exit,
just like he told her to.

Weapons empty, he pulls the knife:
ready to rest in this room.
His epitaph: a blade, and a hand-to-hand doom.

Blood in his vision,
he makes the next move,
outside she boo-hoos,
final violence ensues.

Smoke and screams of pain billow out of the room,
the situation culminates in a BOOM.

Blinded by her tears, she only screams WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?!
question answered: he hobbles out of the plume.

The only thing on his mind, approaching his future bride,
removes the scrunchie from his wrist, pulls her hair back and ties it.
Whispers I Love You while fighting his eye lids,
hears it back as they embrace...

...a smile crosses his face...

and shortly after,
she collapses,
under his dead weight.


©Brandon Baker, 2010