Breathe in,
Breathe out.
Hold.
Hold.
Expire.
Imperative tense.
This hand,
Knuckle by knuckle.
Let it create.
Truest of divinities.
Hallowed creation,
Defiance of nihilism,
Splayed across my chest in blood.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Hold.
Hold.
Hold.
Until it hurts.
Breathe.
These fists,
Hath played at destroyer.
Caused grievous wounds.
I am the devil you know,
The monster some seek.
Breathe in.
Breathe deep.
Hold it.
Until it aches.
Expire.
This is the brutal calculus,
Given form.
Hard knuckle tactics,
Gifted memory.
I’ve hated more deeply,
Than you could ever know.
Drunk on it,
Like the darkest of red wines.
Breathe deep.
Hold it there.
Breathe out slowly.
We never left the imperative tense.
Stop breathing.
Make the conscious choice.
Continue on,
Avoiding parasympathetic shock.
Breathe.
Would you know evil,
If you looked me in the face?
Catch the scent of penance,
Paid in tears.
But truer in blood.
Kill or be killed,
Is a way of life –
I no longer worship.
Even us brutes,
Can evolve.
Shave excess hair,
Walk upright,
Play at Jotnar.
Breathe.
Good.
Hold it.
Feel the tension,
Sing echoes in reverence.
Play Supervillain,
Yet refuse to act for evil.
Release the tension building.
Shake out your shoulders.
Breathe.
Breathe.
Breathe.
These hands’ve been wrapped,
Around more throats than yours.
You’re free to go.
I only hear requests.
Breathing Exercises.
