I Have A 12-Year-Old Girl In My Crosshairs
Breathing is an art.
To master acquisition of a breath is to master
passage of time,
is to master acquisition of a stationary target
which really has no tits, to speak of,
which really has no
fucking clue. Once
I watched a guy shoot tracer rounds
straight up, after sundown. Once,
I tried to shoot
the balls off a dog
but it isn't that simple, there is the matter of
exit wound, shock
followed by death,
maybe less blood than I expected.
I will try to split the sternum.
I will melt
into the forest.
Copyright John D Porter © 1998
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