Literature
Battle on the Bridge
"Show us your teeth,"
liar with a knight's shield.
Pushed back to the river,
and losing ground with every step.
Spilling off the burning bridge
into the rapid surge below--
like a turn-key in my gut,
I go from cobalt to crimson,
blurring as I move, as I lunge,
as I fall upon them.
All becomes unbiased red:
the trigger slips,
the collar breaks,
the arrow flies.