A Poem by cschear87

A woman's day begins as many others do and we quickly learn what makes her day so very different


Kicking a*s and taking names.

She left for work like anyone would.

Though, her briefcase wasn't filled with paperwork and memos.

This was filled with guns.

She got into her minivan and drove down the street

Toys in the back, tinted windows and hybrid sound.



Walking into a building that looked like an office,

briefcase in hand she walked through the door.

Smiling at security she reached the elevator

1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th floor.

She walked down the hall and passed three doors

Breathing slowly and calmly she reached the end of the corridor

The briefcase was placed on the table and she reached inside

She took out a gun and a silencer without the bat of an eye

Placing the silencer on the gun, she took out her ammo.

She clicked it into place and left the briefcase in the hall.

Placing her free hand on the handle, she opened the door

And when she shot her target, not one soul heard his fall.

She left the room and put her gun back in the case

Walked down the hall and got to the lift

5th, 4th, 3rd, 2nd, 1st floor she counted down

And she left the building without making a sound.

© 2014 cschear87

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I love this piece, the mystery, the flow and the ending well done !!!

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Added on November 2, 2014
Last Updated on November 2, 2014
Tags: assassin, hitman, poem, violence, silence



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