Dressed in Silk

Dressed in silk she waited
The right time neared

Gun in hand she argued
Reasoning was only wasted

On the phone she sighed
Interruptions not welcomed

Bullets in sight she pondered
Judgement never waned

Hearing the door she jumped
The victim had arrived

Facing the man she stared
The outcome unexpected

Bullet in heart she floated
The victim was prepared

Lying on the floor she died
For once she lay defeated

Disclaimer: before anyone says “this doesn’t rhyme” – I know. I’m not at all sure what I was trying to do here. But I know I definitely wasn’t trying to rhyme