Hydra in the Ash

Setting landmines on a quest for peace.

 

My need for peopling.

 

A fresh hell.

 

With bloody stumps, I ignore the door.

 

Pride sits low in my gut.

 

Simmering but cold.

 

I won and lost.

 

The obsession to continue lies dormant.

 

You are all very welcome. Sorta.

 

Obscene details with every blink.

 

The caustic backlash.

 

I craved thee still ‐ until it got closer.

 

My spent candle bleeding tendrils of smoke.

 

That is your hero.