These words fly with the speed of harpies lashing for their prey.
Such a sudden and erratic blow but I am no worse for the wear.
A dull thud, the only audible consequence. Physically I’m unchanged.
Neither wince nor flinch, this bullet has proved ineffective.
This slug to my head should send shards and the like flying
but there is no stain covering my wall, no burns behind my head.
I hear you but I cannot feel your words- I cannot feel you
Such fancies fleeting through broken stained glass windows and all I do is stare
as each one is met with a shard- impaled, each is lost forever.
I watch and stare, no reason to move, no reason to care…
Cardiac arrest. Stagnant veins carrying naught a sign of life.
I am dead on my feet. No reason. No purpose. Just existence.
I cannot carry this. I cannot take this as my own- I want to…
I cannot defend this. I cannot fight these demons.
I cannot hold this. I cannot possess what isn’t there.
I cannot kill this- because it’s already dead…
