Sniper Song

What can I say I love FPS

I hold a shallow steady breath
and a tightly gripped WA2000.
The powerful telescopic zoom of the scope
highlighting tiny hairs on a pesky Soldier fly.
I’m staring down the sights,
eyes squinted and strained,
spying for a single movement.

A breeze rolls through camp,
blowing desert dust in all directions.
I cough up my own sandstorm,
then shake the dust from my lashes.
My finger hovers in front of the trigger;
the metal killer.

My heartbeat sensor flashes,
a live dot moving closer.
I strafe North West,
firing two .300's.
The impact sends my shoulder snapping back,
making me suck humid air through my teeth.
I part the greenery with the barrel of my rifle,
poking my head out to see the kill.
Lt. Holmes, legs tied, pants down.

I yell out in blistering pain,
rushing my hands to the top of my back.
A ballistic blade stuck deep in my flesh.
I try to pull it out, triceps tearing.
I hear boots stomping, thrashing through the mud,
and feel an icy barrel pushed up against my skull.

Author's Note

Picture is from Gears of War