In his shattered state, he couldn’t decompress

Someone tried to kill him which added more distress

Air came, in shorter spurts, a gasp, here and there

Shards of glass, sliced his skin, he was in despair

When he found his wits, he peered through the hole

Wondered how the piercing bullet, didn’t take his soul

What he saw made him jump, he tumbled to the floor

He had escaped so many times, he couldn’t anymore

The reaper had come calling, waited for him to depart

Not letting him get away again, death took his evil heart

December Writing Prompt – Decompression arrived quickly after the window blew out – Day 21/31

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