Snap
It's a sharp crack in the air
The grain splits down the middle
A thin line that resembles ruptured cement during an earthquake emerging
A violent tremble pierces the air
I stand still
Wondering if it's me
My fingers fall loose on the trigger
It's a silent drop as the heavy metal tumbles
No one else seems to hear the sound of the earth shaking
Neither do they feel it
My palms hurt, I uncurl my fists
The tremble stops
I sink down into my seat
I can still feel the earth rumbling beneath me
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