[Image by Polygonbronson]
[Inspired by Bring Me The Horizon’s “Happy Song”:]
A glance, lit by light dancing off teary eyes:
image of hope in a remnant of disaster.
And he knew.
Encapsulate in a forgotten gem
lay possibility of salvation through revenge.
Reaching forward, he firmly grasped the golden skull,
squeezed in anger till it cut his palm, tattooed bicep tensing.
Blood would be spilt.
Like a dead man rising from the battlefield, he stood,
rolled shoulders and neck cracking in vertebral preparation.
His rage was boiling.
Striding from the flat, walking with sole focus through the streets,
he reached the Docks, observed what had been – briefly – his past.
He would wait for night.
[Copyright © N R Nolan 2015]