Non-Erotic PoetrySniperA false breath attempts to disspell the angst
but it doesn't go away
I feel sick, but it just burns in my gut.
my hands begin to shake, I curse
My eyes blur a moment, I breathe
My spotter speaks, I listen
two clicks, I take my breath once more
I hold, he speaks again
victim has green eyes,
and I'll dream of him tonight.
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