I feel it from behind
Crack
A sharp pain shoots from head to toe
I face a second blow
The heated canyon spit words of fire
I, with musket in hand
Attempt to deflect
In enemy territory
I go down
A gritty cocktail Of blood and earth
Fill my mouth
I rise, weapon in hand
And aim for the jugular
I fire
The canyon fails
Confused
He retreats
I turn my back and leave the room
Author Note: We have all had that heated argument, and in the moment of passion it often feels like war. Emotions can get the better of anyone. There is the higher road, but sometimes you just have to stick it to them.
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