She loads the film
like she loads the gun
slow and trembling
Her head is still ringing
but she remembers the words
and numbers
and his face
so vivid
so life like
even in the smoke-filled silence
This will be a document
in waiting
collecting
like a pond
streaming from
the center
draining out
when the colours
move apart
The job is done
her heart unmoved
perhaps she'll
send this to the folks back home
as a postcard
in place of
the moving picture
forever in her head
Jan 14
Jan 14, 2026 at 7:41 PM UTC
She loads the film
like she loads the gun
slow and trembling
Her head is still ringing
but she remembers the words
and numbers
and his face
so vivid
so life like
even in the smoke-filled silence
This will be a document
in waiting
collecting
like a pond
streaming from
the center
draining out
when the colours
move apart
The job is done
her heart unmoved
perhaps she'll
send this to the folks back home
as a postcard
in place of
the moving picture
forever in her head
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