And after the shot was made clear,
the echoing fear seemed to pass to the wall behind me
then it was before my eyes once again..
standing there
silent and motionless
draped in its own precious fluid;
The embodiment of my hesitation.
Nihilistic intentions forced my hand away from my weapon.
I drew in the sweet heroin that was the air..
the air that was once breathed by both of us..
now only by myself.
Have I won?
Yes.
Approaching my own silhouette,
I realize I have won.
I look down toward his boots
I know where they have been,
I know where they have not.
Learned soles that dead man had..
A poke to my lips and twice to the sunrise;
Daybreak.
A learned soul I have.
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