Split open, gaping, spilled out onto my weapon
All the more honed, all the harder at the sacrifice meted out for pleasures sake, for pains sake.
Now they are washed together, tumbled and they are the same
On this battle ground this land is made hallowed by the surrender of blood
What have you left to give? I am spent, body and mind
Who knew that fire could mix into browns and greens?
Don’t blink, the fuel is the gaze
Slowly you trickle onto me
Rent and torn into a mixture of loud fluid
This is the reward for such a furious struggle
This is a battle of battles
Mutual death is assured, I promise though we’ll wake
We’ll rouse broken, sore, and pained
In a mirrored fighting stance, braced.
Today there is a further battle.
Satiation wafts away on the breeze. Didn’t you know it would be this way?
This is a war of bodies, of wills, of wants of desires.
Soon this will become need.
Didn’t you know it would be this way?
My weapon will yet again find its home inside of your body
This is the dance. Your sacrifice of blood and water and breath will not go on as a debt unsettled
I will pay you in kind, thrusting, gouging, twisting in rhythm to your movements
Invisible metronome of expelled air, humid and dense, complimentary
Bathed in sweat there is no woman. There is no man. Neither is left. Just the faces of bodies slain
Violence is its own reward. Bruises are their own remuneration. Pain is its own recompense. Shortness of breath is its own compensation. Exhaustion is its own pleasure.
Burn green brown fire, burn
*there is a part two, a culmination. let me know if you want to read it*