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"Bullet Sponge"
Fog rolled in
deaths invisible cloak
clutching his lifeless
awful blood smell left you choked
stained clothes
bodily fluids left you soaked
trembling tears
screeching down your cheek
numb eyes, no feeling in your face
stuck in a moment
you wish could disappear
hearts racing and your horrified in place
hurts to cry
so sobbing turns to a soft mumble
lips sputtering spit flying
staring into murders dark eyes
protection now erased
your back to being alone
a bullet meant for you
he took it in the bone
spinal cord shattered
ripped his very life
now he lays in your arms
off to heaven tonight