watching the retreat

And so the day walked in uneasy steps.

Prints glaring around the protected, where no protection came.
The voices quieted.
The bells idle, hung like cannon’s in my oxygen.
No hands to hold, no murmur to coax the child to the light.
Solitary.
The same.
I ween the need.
Break the fast of toture, though the bounty is rotted through.
Writhe unexpected under hurt, new.
Torn husk down the midline,
I see,
I bleed the blue beat.
The muscle tender fastest, 39 minutes after a 6 year roar.
And so the day, this day, delivered;
Armour sucked into this skin a little more...