Twenty-One
Michelle
looked at Mandrake
With her
faint shell drifting in and out
As the
wind from the broken window
Slowly
passed through her frame
‘You
don’t scare me, Benjamin’
Carrying
the echo of his name
Through
the room
‘You didn’t
when I was alive
And you
don’t know’
To which
Mandrake fired at her
With
three bullets
Dancing
through the silence
In
frustration
Full well
knowing what
It would
bring crashing
Behind
them.
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