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The Angel and the Spear

Deep breath
Then a shallow one
What's that now?
Another shallow one?
And another
OK, there is a deep one now
And now a shallow

And there is no rhythm to it
There is no fixed interval
The breathing is like a ship in rough seas
Tossed and pushed around
Randomly by inconsistent waves

I know little else than this way to breathe
Like spears tossed randomly at me
One by one they pierce my flesh
Fear
Anxiousness
Doubt
Over and over again
But over what?
Over nothing
No one is throwing them
They just keep hurtling toward me

So my body convulses as the steel cuts through me
Again and again
I think little of it
Having lived with them so long
From waking in the morning to going to sleep at night
And sometimes even when I dream

But wait ......
What's happening .....
This is ....
What is this ....
Help me I'm scared ....
I don't know this ....
Something is wrong ....
No ....
I'm in error ...
Something is right ....

Suddenly an angel has laced her two arms around me
Pulling me toward her
Into her soft silky bosom
I feel the warmth of her skin
I hear her strong heart beating
And then I see it .....

Magic
Thunder

Every single spear breaks against her like paper
The titanium and steel heads
Deathly sharp and precise
Shatter against her, instantaneously into dust
The heavy wooden shafts are split into a million pieces
So small that they may have well just disappeared

Again and again and again
Yet there are no marks on her
Not one
The shield remains unscathed

What is this creature made of
That she effortlessly shatters steel
And crushes the earth

She pulls and holds me tighter
Kissing me on my forehead
And as she does so
Nothing hits her again
Life surrenders and tosses nothing at her again
At me again

I lace my arms around her
My beautiful indestructible shield
My angel
And as I do so, my heart beats
With renewed strength
With exacting amplitude
In a perfect rhythm

No longer do the spears pierce me
No longer do they cut my flesh
For they fear her terribly
They do not dare come near her
For they will meet only with destruction

My infinitely powerful shield
My angel

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