heroics

I couldn’t be stronger

than before, but he required it.

my mind settled in a murky

place, thick as swamp water—

there was no way of clearing it.

I pressed on, knowing that

my strength would falter,

that I would eventually

give

up

on

him…

however, he suggested

that I continue, that

I run a race my legs

rejected in carrying my bones,

and I tapped out.

down

for

the

count…

a bloody phlegm gathered

around my mouth–

I breathed words from

a demented version

of myself and memories

of what he wanted

crowded the

crevices of my brain,

laid eggs, and festered.

a family of hopeless

sayings introduced itself

to my realm and I

refused

to

fight

them…

I couldn’t take it.

I just couldn’t.

©Tremaine L. Loadholt 28March16

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I’m more than breath & bones, I’m nectar in waiting — Owner ACG •Editor PSILY •Writing for the cosmos. •https://acorneredgurl.com

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