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Scattered Feathers: Part 1
She succumbed to the venom
which sputtered as a fire from the tip of a tongue.
It was a certain weapon.
It was a special kind of loaded gun.
Why did you empty it?
Why did you use her as a bullet?
That Copy-Paste-Send button
was the pulling of the trigger,
why did you decide to use it?
Once it was sent, it was a ticking bomb,
And there was no way to defuse it.
The level of damage increased
as the more and more people viewed it.
You blew it.
which sputtered as a fire from the tip of a tongue.
It was a certain weapon.
It was a special kind of loaded gun.
Why did you empty it?
Why did you use her as a bullet?
That Copy-Paste-Send button
was the pulling of the trigger,
why did you decide to use it?
Once it was sent, it was a ticking bomb,
And there was no way to defuse it.
The level of damage increased
as the more and more people viewed it.
You blew it.
Published 14th Jul 2022
Author's Note
Submitted as part of the "A Murder Mystery Haiku" competition.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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