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The tip of the barrel rest upon the soft spot.
Sending goosebumps down her fingertips.
Beads of tears race to her lips.
The knot of fear has been untied.
It lays on the table in perfect order.
Spelling out her name.
It sounds transparent.
As do her thoughts.
Her brain has ordered a shut down straight to her heart.
Causing her to place her name in the barrel.
She's done resting her fingertips on her fate.
She lets go and it's quiet.
The relief is cold and it stains her floor.
Everything has drown in it.
Leaving nothing but the dretchened paper.
A picture of burning arrows.
With a message saying: "Even the arrows were lost."
Sending goosebumps down her fingertips.
Beads of tears race to her lips.
The knot of fear has been untied.
It lays on the table in perfect order.
Spelling out her name.
It sounds transparent.
As do her thoughts.
Her brain has ordered a shut down straight to her heart.
Causing her to place her name in the barrel.
She's done resting her fingertips on her fate.
She lets go and it's quiet.
The relief is cold and it stains her floor.
Everything has drown in it.
Leaving nothing but the dretchened paper.
A picture of burning arrows.
With a message saying: "Even the arrows were lost."