Brooke Knox Poet Free verse

The Ultimate Cry of Passion

She walked into the kitchen,
what's that on the floor?
She just wanted a drink, 
but this is much more.
She looked more closely
and what did she see?
Her mother's corpse, her face white as a sheet.
How could this happen?,
she wondered, 
and then

Out rang a shot; 
it drove her father out of bed.
He walked into the kitchen,
and there on the floor
were the two he loved most
lying next to the door
He went over to see, 
he got pretty close
A shot rang out once more,
this time out of impulse.

She didn't mean to kill him, 
the one that she loved
But now, on his wings, he floats up above
She looks at what she's done, in disbelief,
then falls on her knees and cries out of grief
She grasps his hand tightly, pulls the trigger once more
And now there are four who lie dead on the floor.

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