Sep 16
Ash and bones,
lightning and fire —
I lie in a battlefield,
covered with corpses.
No swords.
No guns.
Just my hands
and my war cry.
Battling myself,
battling the world.
The corpses begin to rise.
Ash and bones —
they stare at me,
and I stare back.
In the battlefield of my mind,
I face the bodies
of every version of me
that had to die.
lightning and fire —
I lie in a battlefield,
covered with corpses.
No swords.
No guns.
Just my hands
and my war cry.
Battling myself,
battling the world.
The corpses begin to rise.
Ash and bones —
they stare at me,
and I stare back.
In the battlefield of my mind,
I face the bodies
of every version of me
that had to die.
I feel like I’m dying and being reborn over and over. So much is changing inside and I can’t keep up. Maybe one of these days, I will get to the final corpse.
