Lyni looked across the table at her brothers Savage and Feral. Maul was still in the shower in order to get ready for work at the Imperial Coffee Shop. But Savage was in his security uniform for the local museum and Feral was ready for his shift at the Testing Center. It was not a subject they brought up with her, but she knew that Savage and Maul worked full time so that Feral and her
could get though college. She had tried to look for a job but they told her not to worry about it, just to focus on her physical therapy so she could walk again.
Moving her wheelchair slightly forward she focused on the poem she was supposed to be peer editing. Wolffe Fett's name was in the top corner and she nodded. Of course they would be switching this time, why not.
Machine Gun
Looking at my hands
I see a weapon.
Like a machine gun
Blows keep on coming.
No pause, no pain.
Just falling like rain.
Hard and calloused,
Firm and strong.
I am a weapon.
Looking at the answer sheet Lyni mused how this could be changed. But overall it was a great poem and so she started with that.