rip and tear, grind and rind all the wood you can find
operate the saw swiftly, since if not careful, it can end quickly
be steady, don't let it get out of control
erase your fear, you're not facing a troll
relinquish your arms to its thrumming heft
there, you've got it, advice, well, i've got none left
father, don't leave me, it was all just a show
really, this thing won't listen, i knew this would blow
obviously, my shouts aren't heard, father, hear my words
splashes of crimson drench by face, my digits' movement still lingers
tell me, father if it's natural to pass out when you're one-handed
YOU ARE READING
this fantastical world is too surreal (poetry #5)
Poetry"a rustle crackles underneath jackboots crossbow tight in hand she breathes one final breath before he pulls the trigger" you know the drill
