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.
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