~ The Poet's Place Cafe~

Mere Fraction of Time

A half empty bottle of Jamison
A full shot glass, shaking in her hand
A pistol with the chamber open
A new box of shiny bullets before her
A distraught woman filled with despair

In that moment, she relived the horror
In that moment, her body shuddered
In that moment, a stark realization struck
In that moment, she tossed the shot glass
In that moment, she snapped the pistol chamber shut

Never again, will she be a victim
Never again, will her husband rape her
Never again, will she hide the bruises in shame
Never again, will she allow the system to fail her
Never again, will she look at her daughter and say it's okay

When it's not okay!