- an urchin girl
- stalks a desolated city street
- knife in hand
- gift from an old teacher and friend
//
- stealing and fighting and scraping by
- she wonders
- why she was born to survive
- when so many weren’t
//
- what makes her willing
- to fight for her life
- why will she never truly despair
- and give up
//
- what about her brain
- gives her drive to cling to life
- so goddamn tightly
//
- she wishes
- she could be strong enough
- for all the little ones
- the fallen ones
- that get chewed up by this cruel world
- she wishes
- she could have saved them.
//
- why
- when she hits rock bottom
- lost and alone and without help
- doesn’t she just give up?
- why is there still
- some ancient primitive urge to survive?
- is it because she’s strong?
- or because she has to be?
- why does she always refuse to die
- why does the world sit on her shoulders
- and why is she strong enough to carry it
- hair greying from the stress
- even if just for a second
//
- what makes her different
- from the hundreds of thousands
- that lost their battles
//
- saying she’s stronger
- feels like a disgraceful snipe
- at their memory.
//
- why can she handle the weight
- when so many of her comrades
- and sisters and brothers and siblings
- and fellow ronin, lost in the wreckage of a dying world
//
//
- maybe it isn’t that she’s stronger.
- maybe she’s just lucky.
- that it was light enough
- when it needed to be.
//
- maybe there isn’t an answer.
//
- maybe, maybe, that’s
- the absurd eldritch horror
- of this cruel, dark world.
//
- she doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry or both.
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