With fire in the eyes,
And vengeance on his mind,
He put the bullets through her head.
As she fell on the floor, that smile came back.
The blood from her body smeared all the papers
That flew out from her hands.
"Must be another of those letters that she hides from me," he thought.
And he picked them up only to realize,
That along with her, a part of himself died in her womb,
A flower plucked before it could bloom......