A Darkness


I feel the cold metal handle in my hand,
it grows heavier as does my breath.
Time slides by - seconds turn into minutes.
I close my eyes and let all of my other scenes guide my
hand towards the dark figure before me.
There is a deafening crack and my eyes pop open.
There in front of me, a crumpled target.
A wave of guild waves other me.
There is a thumping in my ears and a cold
in my heart.
My fear is great but my satisfaction is greater, and
suddenly I feel only this, as I walk away, the gun
still in my hand.

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