They left me

for dead.

Wounded. Blood.

Everywhere.

My own. It

scared them.

They ran. Good.

Let them. I

lay. Crawled.

Gripped the

dirt and pulled

up on rocks

to crawl up

to the next.

Pain so great

so much

like God

it became

a friend. I

talked to it.

Spit my name.

More blood came.

Then the answer.

Death gave up.

I stood.

I walked.

I ran.

I flew.

I lived.

Now they fear

me. They

always did.

Spirit now.

Flesh and blood

no more.

All gone.

Invisible.

Indivisible.

Invincible.

I’d be

scared too

if I were

them.

ƒ