blurred thoughts, fists clenched. My eyes squeezed tight shut.
the years an ache on me, the shadow spilling out, touching my heart with fury.
longing for retribution on no man, on every man, with swollen rage I will take them, merciless
within, deep, so hidden. A crack of black darkness, terrifying, liberating blackness.
like an addicts folly it hides inside my tears, now steaming, streaming down my face.
sword in shaking hand, a downfall of strikes, cutting down, a despaired wild animal now free.
living and dying sometimes so similar to touch, that line now too obscured and my pain turns on me.
and for myself I look to the hourglass to see nothing left. Only my own face, death all along.
Found me at last.
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