I probably could have made it
if I gave it all I had, and didn’t
waste my precious time on double thinking.
I could cut through any structure
with the edge of my red sword
that she always said was beautiful,
but would simply fall away
compared to her.
I listen to the water drip from the gutters
as I walk across the balcony
and find the stairs that lead me to the grass.
A snake unfolds its coiled scales
and wraps itself around the spokes
of bicycle, chained to the fence.
I rummage through the worker’s
shed and pull an ax out of the mess.
I hang it on my shoulder, and make
my way back over to the serpent resting
silent in the sun.
It’s clear that death has finally come,
and the blood is like a flood
all over everything.

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