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Death Stalks the Sushi Bar

Kathryn Weaver, M2

The smell of salty fish fills up the room.

The man sits, unaware of his sealed doom.

With his two chopsticks he manipulates

The sushi to extract it from his plate.

A figure enters, hidden from all sight,

While pulling with the shadows of the night.

The spirit hovers near, death in disguise,

Concealing in its cloak the man's demise.

Death searches his robe, visible to none,

Revealing from his cloak a faint, small gun.

Death points the gun straight at the man’s warm heart

And aims to shoot a small, metallic dart.

The wounded man collapses to the floor.His lungs inhaling gulps of air no more.The sushi stops the man from drawing breathAnd gives the man his unexpected death.