I didn't complain much when my mother drown me in the tub. I didn't complain when my neighbor--a prominent serial killer--chopped my head clean off. Took him a few tries to get through the bone. I didn't complain when I got stuck in the swamp and choked on mud. I didn't even utter a whimper …
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Fragmented Fields, Wasting Away, Humanity near the brink
The crowd gathered fastSwift and steadyThe people yelled loudUnwavering and stabbingThe men yanked limbsBloody and boldThe women cut deepEffective and efficient. The children called namesKnives and batsThe elders had methodsVicious and vividThe animals had mealsFull and fatThe elements ate fleshBugs and maggots. The mud had one last mealAs death took one last breathAnd the living …
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Finding the Joy in Little Things
I don't know what got into me. I counted the guys and guns. I knew the artillery and the fire power. I knew full well what kind of things they could do. How capable they truly were, but for some reason beyond my control, I didn't stop. Why? I was hopelessly outnumbered. They had the …
Just Buckle Down 