in every corner I turn
the light dims
allowing me to see
the glimmer of a spectrum
I stumble, baffled by it
the bulb above twinkles
creating a light beam,
lacerating the night
in a blink of an eye
there's dust on my lids
a crooked figure manifests
in the middle of the smoke
it glides towards me,
interested in my body, and mind
I hear a click:
someone has pulled the trigger
