BROKEN HEART for broken heart

a whimper from a dark corner decided
she had been suffering for too long
     no more
did she
         want to be
crying in the dark
        broken on
the floor
         she lay
when she found the gun
she aimed and squeezed the trigger
the bullet shattered an empty heart
           inhaling
one last
           breath of life
eyes glaze
           blood flies
he dies
            silently
she was too scared of what she might miss
if the bullet had penetrated her own flesh
            so instead
the gun
            rested upon
his chest
            from where
crimson     blood     fell