Her dead eyes, they see the light again,
As they reawaken from the deepest slumber.
The cold-grey body gains the color again,
And her cold heart feels immense pain.
Breath comes back, refill her lungs,
And thus she rises slowly…
The pool of blood in which she lay,
Slides back into the wound,
Soon after, the red stain in her chest disappears too.
And the bullet travels back into the revolver.
Trigger is yet to be pressed!
He puts down that extra drink.
Her mouth has yet not uttered:
“You bastard, you have ruined my life! And alcohol has ruined yours!
One more drink, and I’m leaving you forever!”
-Yes, She DID leave him forever.
Ist year English honours,