
gunslinger girl
the best shot in townat least that’s whatthe script says
she wears a false face
dust-streaked and drawn upjust as they like
beautiful and unmuscled
but somehow a soldierthe good foil for abad boy
upholding justice and
peacebut not asfun
romance ensues
outlaws ride
weapons drawn
her guns are no use hereso says the plot
body on the train tracks
she stares at the sky
chemtrails and atomic plumesof her different time
the train rages closer
but not as fast as
his horsethank you, saviorhappily ever after
she dumps the bullets
in the ravineshe takes off her costume
and she jumps
too
-- Brenna Boytim writes about ghosts, regrets, and reveries. She has recently been published in Fifty-Word Stories. You can find her haunting twitter @hi_thisisbrenna