The earth under my fingernails
strain my sense of smell
dirt stained hands hold my rifle aimed at the human across from me
my mind is muddling through the choice I now must take
my finger tip is now the most important part of me
I can see her fear spread as she takes a a heavy heart filled breath
my duty for my land, my family, my queen
will this be her last breath?
Keep Smiling
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