Nightwriter – 22

nightwrighter series 22

 

Today she woke me a violent waking.

She was displeased with me. I pretend to not know that she’s displeased, I’m trying to live by maxims I regurgitate to people.

So I didn’t want to be anything but kind with her, despite her displeasure with me, my skin has taken a beating for a very long time in the most literal sense, one more wont hurt.

I know fire hardens iron and steel, so I’ll let her bellows be, until my skin is glowing golden and she’s bemused by her reflection.

-W.E.

I’m at that stage in my life where I can let punches roll off my shoulders, slip punches, duck and weave and use slight footwork manoeuvres to just get out of harms way. Before I’d meet you with a resilient opposition, I’d be the crazier one without a cap to my crazy. My will would defeat yours without fail, every time. Turn up the heat, that’s ok, just like diesel, I get better the hotter I run.
But nowadays, those small defensive movements are enough to wear you out as you swing and miss. I’m not a target so you can’t hit me.

Your arms will eventually tire

your breath expire

and you’ll blow out your fire

then you can have me whole

Once you retire.
 

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