Salvation
Her hands hovered over the pistols on her hips
The Apocalypse
Grantor of one-way trips
Bestower of the scarlet mist
Salvation Is, Salvation does
She is Why, How, and Just because
She is Attrition, She is Abolition
A chick on a mission
A ticket to perdition
She is death in remission
Her hands settled on the grips
Which glowed bright red
Pulsating in rhythm with her breath
Remember this she said
Life is a privilege
You earn the right to exist
Copyright © Jeff Martin | Year Posted 2018
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