A Smoking Gun
A body lay on the darkest street
as yet undiscovered.
His own gun lay by his head.
He hadn’t planned to come today.
He wanted to surprise her.
A body lay on the darkest street.
He locked her in for her own good.
Showed her where the gun lay.
His own gun now by his head.
He was jealous, he was proud
and he had a temper.
A body lay on the darkest street.
He showed her where he kept the gun
for her own protection.
His own gun, now by his head.
She heard someone breaking in.
She did what he had told her.
A body lay on the darkest street.
How did the gun end up by his head?
GloPoWriMo Day 23
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