Pillar of SaltA Poem by Fran MariemurderLike a pillar of salt she stood, petrified, a freeze frame of fear
There he was staring, shooting bullets at her with piercing eyes beneath a fedora brim hat.
She had looked evil in the face too many times before and this time was no different.
He had found her; tense and frozen in time.. he wasn't going to let her go. She had played his game and lost she knew she be dead by midnight
A roll of the dice with craps showing in a boxcar to the next town she had no where else to run and knew this was the end of the line.
He knew what he had to do he had marked her face with a blade before as a token scar of what would happen if she tried leaving him again
Her star would not shine forever as a lady's luck runs cold while he rolls lucky sevens yes,tonight he would take her out
She knew what was in his armani suit pocket a loaded gun and silver switchblade knife with her name carved on it and her life he would make it personal and pernament this time.
He couldn't live with her, she had caused him too much pain but he couldn't live without her, for it would drive him insane so he ended it with a sharp slice to her throat and a swift bullet to his brain
And the blood ran down the gutter with a muddy midnight rain
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