and you’re a virus
untreatable, so you steal her breath
an smile, her back hunched, shoulders open
and she gives her gun to you, fully loaded
so you call her pathetic
because her being at your knees isn't low enough
and it kills you because you have no one else to blame
you feel yourself suffocating, unfolding
so you aim for her spine, and she pulls the trigger
to make it easier for you.
and you left her out with the waste
because it was easier for you.