Shot Down

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A conundrum of noise: a bang, a shout.

Silence.

Paper-thin skin sliced.

Scissors through Christmas wrapping paper.

Red and white ripped, familiarity torn.

Mangled, dog-bark surprise.

The bullet his words:

“I don’t love you anymore”.

Rain-clad sunshine coat

Slumps. “What do you mean?”

Smile wavered, teacup full of waves:

She was shaking, rippling the too-sweet sea,

Tea was always his thing, anyways.

Final kiss, deadly kiss.

Forehead stained with lips

And memories - of memories.

Soft as a whisper, a threatening breath

Across her face. The threat of goodbye.

Red and white become

Black and grey. Heart drained as

A bath sponge squeezed of water.

This is not Christmas,

A gift is lost.