Bang

The shotgun roars. It rips through the cool silence Of the night, Unexpected and uninvited, Like a woman's scream In a horror movie, Spine-chilling, disturbing, and cruel. Yet once the echoes die away The night returns to silence. All evidence of any noise gone, As I bury my face into my pillow, Soaked with my emotions And fears of daybreak, Praying I imagined it all.