the sage brush skittered
in front of me
making the thump! thump!
of my heart hurt
I watched his eyes
his hands
as we neared our
rendezvous
death awaited me
yet compelled me
to come ever closer
thump!thump!
so loud I knew
he heard
there! see his hand move
it spun me around
the impact more
than I could bear
his eyes!
so dark, mirroring
my fright...
thump!thump!
now I watched the sun
straight above
high noon
thump! thump!
my heart slowing
my breath fading
he knelt above me
lifted me
in his embrace
my heart
restarted...
thump! thump!
his weapon poised
thump!thump!
he went for me...
thump!thump!thump!
in this little death
I am reborn
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