Staring down the barrel of a 9mm
Target in the distance,
Magazine full of metal.
Finger lightly feathers the trigger
And arm aches from the weight,
Mind anticipates the release of power,
Shoulders tense.
Jaw tightens.
Before you know it BANG
Smoke rises. Wicked recoil.
Eyes peer thru the vanishing cloud.
The stench of something burning
Hits the nostrils and throat.
Burning. Acrid. Bitter.
Noxious and sour.
Ears still ringing.
Arms still tingling.
Raw power. Visceral.
Damage at a thousand miles per hour.
Cock it.
Reload.
BANG
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Donald Quixote
Hopeless romantic,
adventurer in paradox;
so it goes
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