Paper Thin

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Her hair neatly tied in a bun

That carries all of her thoughts

Which can’t be bothered with right now

For they scare her more than any shaitan could

 

She would swallow you alive

Or at least have you believe she could

Her jet back eyes

Dead against the burning light

 

She smiles, and clinks champagne glasses

Eating mussels and caviar

With the very people she wants to shoot through the heart

She smiles, an untrue smile

 

The people she believes in

Want to use her gender as a weapon 

They don’t believe her to be an equal

 

Dousing herself in war paint

She cradles her gun like a newborn 

And marches onto the streets

Her skirt, resisting the wind’s advances 

 

Her beret is tilted

Saluting the sun in it’s upward march

Her smile is crooked

As she loads a magazine into the gun

 

She turns corners like she turns 

Pages of a book that she’s least 

Interested to read

But feels guilty enough to scrape through

 

She tip toes to the rendezvous point

And snaps her fingers to the

Beat of the song that’s been stuck in

Her head since last summer

 

She winks at her comrades

As they slowly fill out the space

Between her

And the message she wants to send

 

To everyone who had her 

Figured out to be made of the same

Metal as the ones who had 

Come eons before her

 

Her comrades tie their hair in a bun

And watch her show them three fingers

Two

One

 

And then.

 

Then there was no stopping

The volley of bullets

That made concrete walls

Seem paper thin

 

The roar of the gun

Silencing any and all lies

Spoken by those despicable people

Promising something out of their control

 

The air is heavy

With powdery fumes

So they toss their arsenal

And chase their way, underground

 

Filling the streets with their hysterical laughter

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