XXIII
Consumed in guilt
winding into a side
street
we were pinned down
eventually
broken in an aching
sweat
of bullets and
swords
dropping the tension
to a heart-beat
as one of them
murmured
‘Surrender and we
will let you live’
‘Bollocks’
Mandrake shot him in the head.
‘Now’ Michelle
grabbed my hand.
‘What?’ I asked
her when I woke up
a few seconds later.
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