17 – An Ugly Freeform Sextet Haiku of a Senseless, Needless, Hopelessness

You left the gun down. He picked it up and shot her. Now, they are all gone.

You left the gun down. He picked it up and shot her. They’re changing his name.

You left the gun down! YOU LEFT THE FUCKING GUN DOWN! YOU left the gun down! YOU!!!

You left the gun down. He shot her tiny pink face with four year old hands.

Now, they are all gone, because you left the gun down, and he picked it up.

You left the gun down. We’ll never see them again. You left the gun down.

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