the voice in her ear
like a flint striking tinder

like a mace
twin angels are leveled

the patch on her arm
where did these woods come from

level a glare
exhale

finger trigger pull
bullet hammers bolt
bolt hammers frame
frame hammers bolt

twin angels sing
halé lûja aahtdé
bullet rifling scrapes
steel on steel sing

through silencer crack hisses
filing giving way
sound of air so blissfully
rotating

muzzle flare burnsoff
and then there·s only spinning
past the calling voices
delivering

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