She whispers an aberration,
with mouthful of soot stained metal.
Pointing out deluded self-doubt,
muzzling lies with targeted fire.
Seizing breath without sound,
at least four Turks and a Russian
With little or no repercussion.
Synapsed heart from sharp to steel.
Drinking shots after taking shots,
murdering time as it flies fast home,
past window of his decamped reality.
For queen and ungracious country.
As he ricochets between
brittle past – hyper-vigilant future,
she holds him shell shocked.
In the here and now.
© Katypoetess 2016