I Killed Maria

Ann Marie Forcadas

Through granite tears I stand With a strong grip on my gun. Eyes wander all around Making sure no one was bound. Mind clouded with fear, With inscrutable thoughts I hear The behemoth yelling from within, Begging for the bullets to rain. Hesitation in trying to attempt To not kill Maria just because of fret But no one takes a foot to save her So I spang the gun so near. Poor Maria cried once more But her angels can’t allure. With closed eyes none could hinder The first bullet from entering Maria’s shoulder. The tiny bullet came out loud And the dying breathing sprout Blood, cascading like water, I hope Maria finds now what’s better. So once more I put the trigger To finally kill the sadness that she bear I killed Maria, I killed the sadness in me Thru wicked madness— I’m free.