On the Floor [Glimpses of Faith - Journal]
On the floor
(February 6, 1998)
So that baddie goes flying back and slams into one of her compadres, leaving me facing one, and somehow I'm still holding the two parts of the spear I broke in half. When she comes at me it's like I've done this a thousand times before: Draw her in so that she's within arms reach, thinks she's got me under her thumb, ready to move in for the kill, but I'm too quick, so fast even I can barely see it happen, how I roll across the forest floor still protecting Alex so that I'm somehow now behind the thing, the last supermodel of the damned, and as she turns, I plunge the piece of wood right into the center of her chest.
And I wake up, and I'm alive. I feel so alive, like everything's alright in the world, like there's never been war or death and I've never had the stuffing kicked out of me - like it's a beautiful summer's day and I'm so happy, so happy and thankful for this life. And then I remember where I am, and how none of this is even remotely true, and then, on the cold floor of this stranger's house in the dead of a Boston winter, I suddenly remember who I really am, and I want to die.
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