At Days End I Rage
Battle lines drawn
Stance firm
Weapon in hand.
I step into the war zone
I'm rigid. Already defeated.
So much to see.
All the red.
I grip, I breathe, I brace.
Everything in me says turn and go. You've lost this one. No shame. Just go.
The space around me feels closed in and tight.
I take a step. One more. Apprehension. Disgust.
So much red.
Do I have a plan? Do I have an escape route?
One more step in.
I'm so close. So much red.
Head up. I forge onward.
I let out a deep war cry and face my opponent.
Effing spaghetti.
Will these dishes ever get done?
Geeze people not everything is about hearbreak
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