The path is paved. The path is unscathed. I could walk on and on. As he shouts at me
Moments a blur. Moments a lure. Casting a shadow as a scream back. Just one more hour, I say.
You just passed one, he’ll say.
Walking through it all. Is more like crawling.
With a belly low and elbows raw. I will walk and walk until that hand changes
One up or one down. He’ll cough out a smirk.
And I will cough out my will
One up or one down. With something always moving.
Written by Alecia Writes
Alecia Writes 