July 20th 740pm

The bullet entered innocent 
Disappearing like a child jumping into a ball pit 
Every one of them, red 
Spilling away from the entry point 
I watched her fall 
Like a baby bird from a nest 
The shell, still attached to her fragile head 
She layed on that bed 
For what felt like years 
That barrel rang hot and embodied my fear 
The smoke danced like the leaves of August 
Admitting its crime, so honest while the dawn was nearly upon us 
Of the entire world and all its inhabitants 
Only us house pets witnessed this...poetic silence