Enemy Lines (Original)

I feel it from behind 

Crack 

A sharp pain shoots from head to toe  

I face a second blow 

The heated canyon spit words of fire 

I, with musket in hand 

Attempt to deflect   

In enemy territory 

I go down 

A gritty cocktail Of blood and earth 

Fill my mouth   

I rise, weapon in hand 

And aim for the jugular 

I fire   

The canyon fails 

 Confused 

He retreats 

I turn my back and leave the room

Author Note: We have all had that heated argument, and in the moment of passion it often feels like war. Emotions can get the better of anyone. There is the higher road, but sometimes you just have to stick it to them. 

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