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

3rdofthe3rd.

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