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ZOMG
Granger Dupont
bullets fly out of my hand, sweating bursts out of my palms.
I feel the last clip silently in the crossfire.
"Make this shot count" The bullet flows, caressing the air, into the mouth of the unlucky.
The man I killed was my best friend.
I look at his body, still.
I turn around, saying nothing.
The bullet arrives just in time to crack my head so that brain fluid comes out. At the tip of my eye, my un-fallen friend fights to no end.
Goddamn Haxorz.
Granger Dupont has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Granger's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Granger's latest works: