Originally posted in 2002 on the ancient blogging site, Diaryland. Which, much to my surprise, is still up and running in 2014.
The moment I knew my life
would be different forever
was when the whoosh-snap
of the rifle
dissolved into my chest.
The sound of it and the feeling of it
were one and the same and the only way
I knew the sound had been there
was by its immediate absence
as I fell back.
All that – and of course
this too: my target
fell back without making a sound of his own,
and did not get up again.
Dark Matter 
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