A Coiled Knot
A COILED KNOT
A coiled knot,
Clenched and flexed
repeatedly.
In the man’s brain
Synapses fire in flashes,
Like the hot liquid death
from an Armalite.
His irises flared,
Keen focus on his target,
The anger a bile
Splashed in his stomach,
A coiled knot
Retreat means defeat,
And the odds no longer mathematical,
And diluted visualization of victory.
In the moment he felt,
Every cell of his body,
He could feel the enamel of his teeth,
Living in that moment.
His fist clenched,
A coiled knot.
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