He ran through the minefield just the once.
Genre: Drama
“I don’t know if you are the father.”
“He has not loved, who has not loathed.”
Her love couldn’t pull him from the brink.
His despair did not atone for his sins.
The village feared the horizon and returning boats.
Love me from afar, I beg of you.
He wanted closure through her horrible, painful death.
He spent his last dime on her dinner.
They went right as friends, left as lovers.
He longed for her return but not her.
She walked out without tying up loose ends.
He swallowed his pain and watched her leave.
He orbited the planet till she stopped weeping.
The marching band played until the bandstand collapsed.
He cried for justice atop a corpse pyramid.
His smile couldn’t hide malice behind his eyes.
He came and went without ever knowing her.
He hit the wall with his unprotected head
He force fed his master crumbs and vitriol.