my thighs

bled,

underpants

red

from the constant

chafing

from the sweat

and the battle,

unceasing,

never abating.

I stared

at this devil,

in his,

blood-stained scrubs

aloof to the

chaos,

that rained down,

upon us,

like a flock

of burned

black

doves.

something,

in me,

died,

that day,

as I looked

into

those,

icy blue,

cold gray

eyes…

and

it needed

to die

because I needed

to see

into the shadows

where the

monster lives

and not everyone

is free.

cause,

before this day

in the middle

of May,

I believed in

something

that was good,

but not true,

the world

that I wanted,

not the world,

that was…

wisdom was gained

and innocence was lost