Full steam ahead –
without flinching or thinking,
without looking up to see the damage
I might do.
I got red in my eyes
and a scent in my nostrils that burns
like sulphur.
Remember that story
in the Bible
about the cities that God judged?
Fire and brimstone.
I wonder if they smelled it coming?
Wonder if I smell like that –
judgement, damnation, a reckoning of sorts.
I’m all in a rage and can’t shake it –
gargantuan beast who tramples the ground
and doesn’t care.
Maybe I don’t want to stop,
or shake loose the crimson in my skin.
Maybe I want to be done turning
the other cheek
and let someone else carry the scar for once.
painting by Eric Tippeconnic
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Pen in Motion 