walking on the right half of the sidewalk
he stretched his left arm out all the way
and pointed the gun parallel to himself
while glancing away, down and to the right.
he stood motionless, and when they passed him,
he fired - sending half of their brain
roaring towards the parking lot in a spiral
of liquid matter and blood.
it splattered over his skin and shirt,
but he kept looking away,
the echo of the gunshot ringing in his ears
while people around him screamed in terror.
then he took the barrel of the gun
and flipped it over his head
and poetically caught it in his other hand,
where he pointed it at his head, and fired.
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