A stray bullet made it to his skin
and he collapses.
Many nights it took out his body
away from his bed, trying
to uncover
how injuries should be treated.
He finds a new method,
scribbling around the wound,
with a tool that uses water and salt mixture as ink.
It will not show what it means
unless exposed to flames.
This becomes his Morse Code
for a while but now
everyone fights this way
so he had no choice but to make
a new system.
With two cups of coffee,
and a little angst,
he begins the raid,
and starts shooting blindly
hoping for his enemies to crumble
on earth gasping,
as one of them gets a brush
on her shoulders from his
stray bullets...
which prompts her
to develop a new tactic.
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PoetryOur hearts are brave as fire, minds gentle as earth, dreams are fluid as water, and our souls are as free as the wind. (Poetry and Prose) #2 of the end-live-begin trilogy.
