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