Dreams of A Hero with a Handgun
The screams came on sudden
like flames of a fire
engulfing the air as
a tortured mad choir.
I turned to look round
my skin yelped in surprise
the scene a horror
my panic, their cries.
I waved my arms wildly
stepped forward, now back
two men upon one
their blades used to hack.
The other people stood staring
some took out their phones
oh terror, say cheese
resolve spread through my bones.
Whip out my handgun
bang, bang, both dead.
If only I’d been there
instead of in bed.
Rachel Author Barnard 