Arrows
By Tai Luu &
Daniel Briseno
Three people
shooting
arrows at me.
Only one way out.
I ran across the deck
and jumped
over the rails
into the ocean
A triangle
sliced through the surface
I tried to pull my gun
from my pocket.
But I was too slow.
I was dead.
I was reborn
at the edge of
a pit.
I looked down.
Lava
oozed
through the dirt.
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