Desperation

A poem

His voice pops like a balloon in her ear
He is smiling, which only deepens her fear
Her hand reaches for the gun, but he is too fast
She screams, waiting for the deafening blast

He is motionless, but a grin widens his cheeks
She trips over twisted limbs, as tears come in streaks
He opens his mouth to speak, and even this brings a chill
She falls to her knees and prays, as he leans in for the kill

He snarls, with pointed fingers on the polished trigger
Her bleeding heart gasps, as her fear grows bigger
His smile widens, as he says, “give it up, you’re dead!”
Her body flies into a rage, and she leaps forward instead

He is taken by surprise, as he falls backward with a crash
She picks up the gun, and hears, don’t do anything brash
He is visibly terrified, but his desperation leaps toward her
She squeezes the trigger, as everything becomes a blur