
gunslinger girl
the best shot in townat least that’s whatshe wears a false face
the script says
dust-streaked and drawn upjust as they likebeautiful and unmuscled
but somehow a soldierthe good foil for aupholding justice and
bad boy
peacebut not as
fun
romance ensues
outlaws ride
weapons drawn
her guns are no use hereso says the plotbody on the train tracks
she stares at the sky
chemtrails and atomic plumesof her different timethe train rages closer
but not as fast as
his horsethank you, savior
happily 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