He laughs. The laugh echo’s through the warehouse scratching the crackling windows. Drums looking for forgiveness from the horror of his octaives. Babies across the river cry and scream in terror. The laugh covers up the pull of the trigger.

It is finally happening. Before it was nothing, flat and unfulfilled. Slowly achieving and becoming the person that I want to be. Expanding with visions of the future and floating through dreams and desires. Floating, floating and floating into the atmosphere.

The axes flew in the air. Bodies swinging with ferocity, slamming all of their energy forward. Axes twirling past trees, slashing through the air like warm butter. The oak handles blend with the forest, yet, the blue steel glimmers in the presence of the sun. Steel has never been more beautiful.

The white beauty stood towering her sisters. The petals embellishing the stem. Sunlight kissing the freshly bare bulb. A new life is born.

The subtle hole in the silver, dripping red. 

Her stare is paralyzing. Soft blue eyes like the sky a child would draw. Lashes protecting them like a fence. No resntment. The judgement. The pupils fanning out warmth and love. The stare of a loved one, the eyes of a mother.

Moonlight shines on her diamond ring.Mascara smeared across her cheek. Stench of barf peeking through fresh lavender. Heels clicking on the stone steps. The shine vanishing and never to be shone again.