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
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