Sunday, April 22, 2012

Bullet to Bone~

I don't shift as the load locks.
I don't blink as the bullet pierces my bone.
I fall to the ground with pride because that's how I told her I'd die, if I died.
That's how I wanted to be remembered, with not a pinch of fear showing on the outside, but all of me shivering on the in.

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