The End and Her End

It's dog-eared pages course meaningless in the wind.
The inscribed slender spine rocks on a dilapidated fulcrum.
A distant echo of churning paper goes unnoticed
As the forgotten words sink to the soil.
The numbers fade as the plot resigns
As if it were merely a countdown.

Tears stain her favorite parts, all of which she's marked.
The binding's worn thin from each of her journeys.
Flip flip flip flip
A treasure for her, and for her only.
Her soul begins to ache as her right hand becomes lighter.
A single sulfuric bullet penetrates the last
As her eyes painfully acknowledge,

"The End"