wrote on: December 11th, 2008
Into the Darkness
Miranda Smith
Like a string bow, I pull back and smack.
Slinking and panting, I rowdy run rushing to the fox pit.
With only small cuts, a bruised ego, and low ammunition,
I helplessly stare at my comrade.
His leg is smashed in two like a twig.
He has glazed eyes, unable to comprehend the figure that was me in front of him.
Urgently, I place my gun down, careful not to make too much noise, and wrap his arm around my neck, and sling him over, emitting a ghostly groan from him.
I whisper sweet sayings silently to soothe him.
“We’ll make it!”
“Squelch, squish, squirt!” oozes out the blood.
Across enemy territory,
Through the thicket,
And into the darkness where I, the woman soldier, came through, back to safety.
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