A strange bit of fiction inspired by some recent feelings!
I stand, Here like a soldier, Heart an AK, Ready and waiting. Who is the enemy? Who will be the vanquished? In this game, This damned asylum of pain. Hurt is the venom, That feeds the fire, Burning in the pit, Of my distended stomach; The flames rise, And in sooth, I reply, take out my heart, And... Sign in to see full entry.