A Hot Bullet Seared Through His Flesh

A hot bullet seared through his flesh
Blood poured down marking his collar
Bullets rained down from high thresh
Surprising and stinging in death sprawler

Blood poured down marking his collar
He determined to die helping others
Surprising and stinging in death sprawler
He lay over the young girl in pothers

He determined to die helping others
Her eyes were as glass staring away
He lay over the young girl in pothers
He started to faint in the spray

Her eyes were as glass staring away
Bullets rained down from high thresh
He started to faint in the spray
A hot bullet seared through his flesh.

© 2017, Michael Shawn Sommermeyer. All rights reserved.

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