Warning: This work has been rated 16+ for language and violence.
These ancient, wide old trees only let in the softest breaths of sun,
everything slowly unfurling and sprouting in this cool light.
Eda sprints towards me,
and I duck,
as her short sword slices down,
but she parries my strike at her
We step apart,
sweat rolling off my brow but
not into my eyes.
not into my eyes.
I lunge forward aiming for her
thigh to slice open the artery
there and bleed her dry-
leave her twitching on this soft moss.
But I don’t.
we’re both surprised-
I jerk to her left before my brain told my legs to do so.
My arms catch up first,
but she spins before my blade meets her kidney
and her block is hasty and fuck
that hurt, ringing through into
my spine like a hammer on a knife on an anvil,
ruining the knife
against the anvil.
I trip over a rock behind me.
Just a step, and I adjust, quickly,
but I was off balance and when she pushes
against the ground and
I have to fall
and her sword stands like she had buried it in clay.
We’re both panting.
She looks at me,
in the eye.
Her eyes are hot.
Not the warm honey eyes of a lover.
Not the bright devil eyes of a rival.
But hot, like a fire within myself.
We’d both been here for so long.
I can’t remember why I was fighting.
And the heat of her eyes is not remorseful.
I can see neither guilt, nor hatred.
I think, privately, we are past emotions,
and have just been left with this heat.
She will not draw this out, for there is no pleasure in that,
not in this gentle embrace in this sage old forest.
She drags down, quickly,
pulling her blade out,
then leaning on it,
between my ribs.
My intestines spasm- I can see them.
A shocking green blends with the outpouring of blood,
as my liver bursts open.
It’s all brown, like the dirt.
And god, I feel so warm,
leaking like this.
It spills all around me,
my lungs like a brown paper bag wheezing.
My skin almost seems to fall to the side.
I cannot tell when my body releases everything it held.
I am so warm, I cannot distinguish between them.
It is pleasant, to die here.
I would rather have lived but,
a bug crawls over me after she’s left,
more, more, many bugs,
and decay what is now empty
everything now brown apart from my deepest centre,
which is closer to purple.
My eyes no longer see,
but they stare through and deep into this moss,
and slowly sink in to it.