A Perfect Target

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Wrenched
stabbed in the back
a perfect shot
right in the core of the heart
limping…
making its way out of the wounds
the perfect crimson flow
doing its wonder
the radiant night glow
a perfect glory

triumph on her face
she walks away
a perfect end beginning slowly…

This poem was written/submitted by Igty.