This season of hail and scorched earth
has brought me to the precipice.
I don't know how many more times
I will allow
myself to be abused, to be mocked,
to be manipulated.
I stand now with a spear
in my left clutches,
and a sickle in my right.
My hyper-vigilance is only rivaled
by my need to end it all.
Toes dug into the dirt,
I brace for impact
and war.
Bring on the hail, motherfuckers.
