15 Minute Ficlet on the End of DMC
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dwgmYay! I wrote something, which I haven't done in a whole month, since finishing Dark of the Moon. A Fifteen Minute Ficlet here, and exactly a hundred words, so it's an official drabble.
His body is a map of his life, his skin pierced so many times – by needle, dagger, sword, pistol shot -- ‘tis a wonder he’d survived long enough to be joined again with his darling.
Marks of accident and design. Scars of love and bitter hate.
Now, at the last, this Beastie means to pierce, its malevolence poised to swallow him whole, with that which he loves most.
But no matter.
He’s thrown off fear, and his needs are few. His freedom. His courage.
His sword.
This time, at the end of all things, it’s Jack who’ll do the piercing.
~.~
Piercing
His body is a map of his life, his skin pierced so many times – by needle, dagger, sword, pistol shot -- ‘tis a wonder he’d survived long enough to be joined again with his darling.
Marks of accident and design. Scars of love and bitter hate.
Now, at the last, this Beastie means to pierce, its malevolence poised to swallow him whole, with that which he loves most.
But no matter.
He’s thrown off fear, and his needs are few. His freedom. His courage.
His sword.
This time, at the end of all things, it’s Jack who’ll do the piercing.
~.~