Him- Road Rage Turmoil Poem by Wamii Flyer

Knocked out of his course
Hitting the ground with a stunning force

On the ground
Bleeding, visible wound

Still, the driver wasn't apologizing
Instead, antagonizing

Righteous screaming
Things were escalating

He was getting on his nerve
Ending it all with a manouvere

A single shove

Adjusting his glove


Positioning himself just right



He swings
Hit after hit
Raven leather gloves defiled with blood clots
Cackling, kicking
Bones, teeth, and skin
Taken apart one by one
By military boots

On his knees now,
He begins dissecting even more
Eyeballs
Muscles
Even more teeth
A massacre on the highway
Yet, no one dared to approach him

Everything washes down
A touch of guilt grazes his emotions
His glorious body moves upwards
On his feet, staring
Hiding a lunatic behind his mask
Not a single blink
Below the belt was just scarlet
Gloves dribbling the parts of what was once human
Now unrecognizable, spread open

Dark-gray, wine-red killer
You stole my heart during that warfare
We met eyes
You didn't notice
They were starving for violence
Mine for you

Your war paint was him
And everything that came with him
You rode off after that
Please, come again, soldier

''Let me be your next victim.''