They flow through my ears,

As water flows through a river of jagged rocks.

I blink slowly as I take them all in.

I can feel them infecting me,

A virus that doesn’t die swiftly.

My reflexes throw a block,

But the sword makes a clean cut through the flesh of my arm.

A minor scrape.

I hit them with all I’ve got,

But they return my attack with a slice across my stomach.

The sword glitters red,

And my insides seep out.

I drop to the ground on my knees.

I cradle my stomach,

Then the sword goes effortlessly into my heart.

I fall forward and am then decapitated.

I slowly get back up,

And wipe the tears from my eyes.

I take in a deep breath.

It’s amazing what words can do to a person.

Copyright 2011. Bosh Rodriquez

(Original date 15.August.2003)

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