A Fucking New Guy and a Blood Goddess

During his frenzied desire
to flee the city,
The man who owned the Cadillac
Was killed instantaneously
by a bullet in the head.

I only heard the story
And didn’t bother to visit
the scene of crime,
But I recognized the Cadillac
Which is now driven
by one of those Sentinels,
The guards who think our city evil
Eat our food and drive our cars!

I gobbled up my burger
And stood to face the soldier,
With brutal bluntness inherent to this blood goddess
I told the private that he stole the car,
Expectedly and quite abruptly
The FNG flushed furiously,
He did snap but I was not contented
I want him to use the .45 tucked in his belt.

I have suspected that he was an FNG
And that he’d never touched an RPG
He probably hadn’t even shot a man
And now he shouted irately
That he’d never use his gun against a woman.

Faster than a streak of lightning
I plucked the gun out from his belt
The private stared, gape-mouthed
His shock had been a brutal one
He realized I ain’t just a woman.

I laid the .45 upside his head
His ragged breath betrayed his fear of death
As his throat constricted, I smiled and whispered…

“Private, this woman could put a hole in your head.”
                                                  - Aglaia