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[marla_durden]

a warrior, delusional in the heat of battle
swords clashing over his head as he dreams
his warm kitchen
his children
his wife’s body
they all await his return
as he swelters into oblivion
the fires rage deep in his memory
caramelizing the happy residue to his skull
as his future hazily dances into obscurity
dark souls captured between crises,
leaving this harsh world behind to meander
through the after life.
no longer does he feels the scorching sand beneath his shoulders
~me