Dust fall 


​Bones colliding with bones

Fists, teeth and all

Flesh stinging from wounds

Scorching sundrops fall
Biting at monsters

Conversing with fire

Passion and anger

Is this a race or a war?
As the noise fades out 

I hear my own thoughts

I look to the ground

Shards of a mirror
After battles won and lost 

In my reflection stands a monster

After all the dust has settled

Who was I through all of this? 

And who have I become? 

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