Untitled Word of the Day Poem #26

You all thought
felt
that I would bow
allow you superiority….
Never how 
I would play the game.
Blade in hand
slice
sawing silent
parting wires
crawl out
flee baby girl…..
Flee.
Head turned
see the red
green
amber
crawl slowly
forward
cadet pace
bombs do blow
alive I am.
I look.
Peer beneath
hidden
empty husks
leg sweep
flat on your ass.
I win.
Do you doubt?
For you to count
to know
means you have to understand.
Listen/Hear you won’t.
Hooked spear through the heart
silent bullets carve through the air
muted words
no longer heard
as I slash
bloody smile onto your face.
March 17/19
Image by Giacomo Zanni from Pixabay