I watched a bullet shooting straight,
shooting straight at me.
It spiraled, twisted and danced.
Then smiled with a grin so wide it ripped at the seams.
It growled and pushed straight on.
I pursed my lips to hold the scream.
It fought through the air
slashing with its teeth.
I would not run.
I would not duck.
I would not try to shield myself.
I would stare the bullet down.
Never waver, never shake, never show a trace of fear.
I stared and stared the bullet down.
That doesn't mean it fell.
It pushed through the air with velociraptor speed.
Then found its mark between my eyes.
And next thing I know...
I'm lying down.
I'M DEAD.