This poem is based on true events reported in a local newspaper.
She loved him so much
She shot him twice
Left him once
For dead
In love’s name
Anyhow, he lived, somehow
Her guilt drove her to his hospital bed
From which he lunged for her throat
Angrily. He died clutching
Air
And she, her now
Twice smoking gun.


Comments: 15
Excellent, Umar.
'He died clutching
Air'
Visually stunning images that jump to be held longer...and cannot be snuffed out.