My head is soaked
Blood splatters across my chest
Eyes cry out for nourishment
And yet . . .
Aching throbbing wincing
Hungering dear eyes
Half-eaten dreams
Recalling what?
A time
A time when
A time when it was embedded
Curled scraping ensnared
A fatigue of battle
~ with a hint of hope, undead.
Undead hope.
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