and i watch in horror

as Poppy

the beautiful,

alluring,

prepossessing

Poppy

raises

the

gun

and takes its pretty little barrel

and aims it

towards her head

i bring my arm down to grab her,

to stop her,

to save the last soul,

but it is too late

b
a
n
g

and Poppy's lifeless body collapses onto the ground in front of me

and i scream out in anguish

but part of me wants to smile

because at least now

she is asleep

and i-i-i-I can Deliver her

I can Deliver Poppy.

So i lift her in my arms

and i bring her to my Home