Axe
I chopped apart the broken log
Like a beast ripping into flesh.
The man carried me back inside
Now that my work was done.
I rest in a corner, blissful, quiet,
Thankful for the man’s kindness.
Then I feel myself being lifted
By heavy hands; something is wrong.
I come down hard, striking something
That is most certainly not wood.
When I could see again, I saw the man
Dead in his bed, and me in the hands of another.
Just thought I’d share my non-fanfiction writing for once.
