She Runs
She Runs
She felt alone in her heart.
It shouldn't have been like this.
Her dark depression was her only companion.
A silver plated Derringer was her only possession.
Not to shoot randy men.
No, it was to save herself from herself.
When her depression overwhelmed her,
a single bullet to her temple was her permanent escape.
Till then she kept running.
Copyright © Nick Armbrister Jimmy Boom Semtex | Year Posted 2015
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