once in a fight, there wasn't a right, only wrong to ring the ground--a left, a right, thrown aside, thrown over and worth a try--if he faked, I would push; if he would thrash, I would flail--a grip never breaking, eyes on the trail--when there was a mistake, there was a break--breathing through each dashing …
Author: jbdurnett
Trance
I couldn't deal with being blinded. I didn't think anyone could properly form themselves back together when their sight was suddenly taken. I tried to grasp my bearings, I really did, but there was only so much my brain could process. A slow brain that handled any stressful situation with anxiety and panic attacks. I …
Dust of Whispers
Kota needed supplies. There wasn't a question about it when it came to surviving. Either you ran out and died, or you clawed and crafted to give yourself that little bit of edge above the next individual. A shameful, but necessary tactic. One sometimes taught by an experienced person, sometimes learned easily by observing, counting, …
Ring
I had restraint oncerosemary fields, a line of flags abovelettering with gold tips, silver liningsbroken, wooden boards, with wheat growingaround the wellswhite flowers, growth of lavender,emerald veins filled with chalkdull reigns to divide and talkI had restraint oncedual fields, more lines belowbut nothing but white lines, makingsquares of marble stoneas thunder breaks bonetelling me to …
Waiting
sometimes waiting....waiting...waiting...bruised and down, helpless and brokenwaiting...waiting...wondering what could have happenedwondering where to run and hidewaiting...waiting...sometimes waiting...frozen in fear...and...
Roses
contactI'm conscious through reflections from the bouncing starburning spots made from dust contactthe touch from mist, the fuzzy moss above the barklike the aroma of morning coffee it's about contactbeing aware through insight born from bubbling popsglazing the top of the glass the contactis fresh aligned and mint to graze your lipsbringing with it, a …
Adrift Along the Shore
Cast into a seaworthy ship, a siren calls to shells across timea casting line below the crag, fishing for minutes and hours.Bellows of beasts chime with love, circling in their own melodyLike whales who warn of whistling wails, or screeches that soundmuffled under all the water, yet call across seconds to sing again. Casting across …
Heavy into the Unknown
Why were things so fuzzy? Jacob thought. Why couldn't he form the correct thoughts? They were being yanked away. Against his will, as a toy from an eager dog. A treat from a child being punished for too many sweets. Jacob mentally clawed for the right thoughts. Or the useful ones so he could understand …
Four Days of Lazarus
fracturedA word used to tell about a split,sometimes the middle, other timesmessypatterns, questions, every directionthe glass can't hold together for longso to try,to force the splinters throughand to only see one flash of lightwiththe top bathed in crystalsbegging for reliefall my heart.
Call to Arms
Call to arms, when trying to fight,position, platform, where to go,what to hit, how to aim, hand and eyes together, fighting to survive.Once, there was a call to arms, the first time was the endless barrage of bombs in the skyblasting corpses from the skydefend.A teaching moment, a momentin survival, planning, relying when to fight, …
Just Buckle Down 