Calloused Care

Within the pitch black,

He is there...

Sitting, standing, staring.

There are rusted bars

and a hammer in his hand,

But he can not stop hitting himself.

Love is the one that gave him this hammer.

She grew it from the center of the earth,

with commitment and promise.

Carved directly from the dustings of herself.

The sacrifice of her strength.

She gifted him this hammer of herself, in order to save him.

The second she entered, the room was saturated in beaming light.

Love is the only being capable of filling that aching black room with light.

Nothing else ever has, and nothing else ever will.

Love approaches him with the hammer of her energy,

A saving stone.

Joy in his eyes, she left him to heal.

He began admiring the powerful weapon.

Shifting it back and forth between his crumbly, calloused hands.

Lifting it up to the dark ceiling,

Staring into his own reflection, which piercingly shot back up at him.

One glance upon the rusted bars, sends a rush back to reality.

A scream... 

Effortlessly, he throws the powerful hammer against the already crumbling ground.

The  loud clanking sound starts a giggle within him. 

Manically

Frantically

Hysterically

His laughter further deepens.    

This quickly subsides, once he realizes his lack of target.

He began to deconstruct.

Melting down the metal, his reflection is now forever concealed within dust.

RUSH

Bending and snapping the handle, he sees how perfect the wood fits to floss his teeth.

THRILL

Prancing upon the skeletons of a weapon, and leaping amongst the dust,

ADRENLINE

The faster he cracked and dissected,

The stronger he could feel the energy coursing through his every aching veins.

No bars were broken... 




Arriving once again, is Love.

Steadily trudging along, she travels.

Indented at the tippy top of her spine, is a heavy head.

Crushed from the weight of ever shielding eyes.

Sharply, stopping, staring 

Longingly at the forever familiar floor.

A perfectly spotless, clean marble.