resolving to wake from a nightmare
he wakes up skating the edges of reality
dimness of the morning
he shakes with anxiety
waiting for the dawn to wash away the fear
he sits up and breathes in
counts off seconds in his head
one, two,
three to four
and the time it just goes
leaving like a blinded doe
like a forgotten foe
so he stands and sees all around
the blood on the wall
on his hands and on his clothes
covered with the red of the man he slew
just to see him close his clear blue eyes
in the dimness of the dawn.
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