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Footsteps of a Sparrow
I watch
colors distort into
dots tiptoeing on the white wall
Black target expands—engulfs—
flitting between rear and front sight
Blood drums in my ears—
tides I ride with breath held
shallow. It hums, the shadow—
taunts with broken birdsongs
It knows.
All it takes is
a skipped heartbeat
for a sniper to fall
Countdown.
Lens focusing into center
breaths narrow into blade, inhale—
The world refined to
a single shot resting in the barrel—
Exhale.
A light tap on the trigger—
a sparrow’s footprint on fresh snow—
silent, sudden,
the sound catches up after
the recoil sends a shock to spinal cords
That’s when chirps falter into echo
Copyright ©
Jasmine Tsai
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