She gets guns in her mind and they are not going,
The weight is jolting her into her unready grave,
She is on her knees with her pristine head held down,
Shooting her, killing her from inside out,
Let the holes render her peace,
Let her die in her deathbed, not live..
The guns in the head don’t rust till last breath, But that doesn’t mean we should stop searching for shields,
Astha Srivastava ♥️