April PAD Challenge, Day 9
Prompt: a shelter poem
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I lurch, and my opponent's sword
swings in the air, slices through my skin,
I don't give up; I bleed, I sweat, I win.
It's dark, my body aches, my cloak is wet and heavy;
I spread my fingers, sparkles leave the tips,
the only light there is, I hear the dragons.
As I collapse, they come to rescue me.
I grow new wings, then fangs, then I'm a wolf;
my skin is scorched, then scratched, then torn to shreds;
I find shelter from the quiet of this world
in that imaginary place that books create.
Thousand Selves
I have to fight, inevitably fight.I lurch, and my opponent's sword
swings in the air, slices through my skin,
I don't give up; I bleed, I sweat, I win.
It's dark, my body aches, my cloak is wet and heavy;
I spread my fingers, sparkles leave the tips,
the only light there is, I hear the dragons.
As I collapse, they come to rescue me.
I grow new wings, then fangs, then I'm a wolf;
my skin is scorched, then scratched, then torn to shreds;
I find shelter from the quiet of this world
in that imaginary place that books create.
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