• I open the door.
    They stare at me;
    I smile back.
    They shudder.
    (I love it.)
    I pull out my gun.
    They scream.
    I scream.
    We all scream.
    (For ice cream?)
    I shoot.
    They bleed.
    I grin.
    They die.
    I walk away, smiling.