Have you ever felt a true cold sweat
Dripping down the small of your back, the
Side of your face while you stand shaking
With a gun pointed at your chest?
I focused on the shirt he wore, color and texture
Glaring in my eyes, a wrinkled, bleached
Old blue t-shirt, some woman’s face and
Ugly slogan splashed across the front
Every time I closed my eyes my assailant
Shouted at me to open them, to look at him,
To see just who was going to end my miserable
Existence on this Earth.
That was what he said, miserable existence,
Which made me wonder why someone with
Such a vocabulary would be theatening
To send me to the Great Oblivion
The gunman wasn’t dressed well, wasn’t
Clean, wasn’t shaved, wasn’t even healthy
Looking, there was no surprise to see him
On the business end of the gun
My shaking legs reminded me that such
Concerns were not important, not how
I should be spending my last moments,
Not going to help me survive
You already have my money, my keys, my
Surrender so what else do you want, what else
Can I give you other than a few final
Breaths of this precious body?
The hand holding the black metal three feet from
Me came closer but the speed of its shaking increased,
I looked up into his eyes, he finally turned and raced away
I drew up in a great air and collapsed.
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