Feet spread wide.
Knees bent.
Anchored on a sprung floor
Worn black leather
Wrapped around
A rust-speckled hilt,
Grasped in
A hand, battling
Trembling with tension.
Death,
Pointed at your heart,
Golden light glinting
Off the edge of a blade.
Have Faith,
Preparation is stored in
Steel-laced ligaments securing
Tension-taut flesh.
Strength compounded by practice.
Feet sweep.
Silent,
Graceful,
Efficient.
Blades connect,
Fast as a humming bird’s flight.
Like clashing cutlery.
Eyes lock though
Crossed quoins.
Heat floods your veins,
Escaping through your skin,
Condensing as it meets the air.
You have stopped Death,
But how long can you fight your own exhaustion.
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Audrey Larkin
I'm a young arts professional who is finally sharing some of the poetry and prose I've written while working through grief and self reflection. Sometimes poetry is the easiest form to translate neurodivergent nuances. Why not use it?
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