A man is chopping wood on a stump. His hands steady the wood and then with an ax he swings downwards, Crack! The wood breaks from the force splitting into two pieces. Then the man continues the pattern.
Now the routine becomes mindless, all muscle memory, no thought. He pauses, then shakes, not allowing what's clinging to him to stay.
A few more forceful swings of the ax, the wood cracks into two The man pauses once more. He shakes again but to no avail, this is clinging to him.
The ax drops from his hands Blade-down. But the man doesn't notice. He is just staring at the wood. Perhaps what plagues him is maybe more complex than wood would ever hope to be?
He's sitting now he's shaking too. He is grabbing at his hands and his face, his chest and his stomach, his legs and his... feet. His foot... How did we not notice? An ax fallen blade-down did not sink into the ground, but into his foot. The agony he must be feeling right now!
Wait, he's no longer shaking? His pale hands pull the ax out of his foot, the blood is slowly oozing out. He stands up slowly, grabs a piece of wood, and swings his ****** ax, Crack! The wood splits in two even pieces falling on either side of the stump and the man continues making equal amounts of the same thing on other side with his ****** ax in the middle letting his muscle memory take over once more
I have a plan to write 26 poems, A to Z in the next 26 days. Hopefully I can stick to that plan. I like challenging myself to do something so this should be fun. If anyone else wants to do the same, by all means, go ahead. :)