It's gnawing at his bones,
and clawing at his spine,
he knows he's not alone,
but now is not the time.
The woman behind sings,
broken voice brings life like spring,
enlivening his actions,
but stressing her malefaction.
He'd been running for years,
or at least, that's how it felt.
Despite his eyes' red tears,
and skin starting to welt,
his drive had never reared,
but soon, to enervation, he knelt.
He fell into the leaves,
pain stung like blades unsheathed,
now too faint to run,
he peered up to the sun.
Then, the blue turned black,
he heard a familiar chime,
he knew, his lover was back.
She heaved her axe one time...
He still lies in the leaves,
no more cries or screams,
he speaks only silence now,
in a place that won't be found.
For an October project to write one project every day.
10/3 Theme: Fatigue
