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

entrance wound,
soft tissue

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.

JDP 98/03

Copyright John D Porter © 1998

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