my thighs
bled,
underpants
red
from the constant
chafing
from the sweat
and the battle,
unceasing,
never abating.
I stared
at this devil,
in his,
blood-stained scrubs
aloof to the
chaos,
that rained down,
upon us,
like a flock
of burned
black
doves.
something,
in me,
died,
that day,
as I looked
into
those,
icy blue,
cold gray
eyes…
and
it needed
to die
because I needed
to see
into th…
